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Reasons That I, a Trans Woman, Have Had to Use the Bathroom at My Workplace

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“House Speaker Mike Johnson declared Wednesday that lawmakers and staff will have to use the restroom corresponding with their biological sex, a statement directed at Sarah McBride, the first transgender person to be elected to Congress, months before she is set to arrive on Capitol Hill.” — AP

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I needed to fix my lip liner, which got smudged after I drank coffee from my mug.

I had to go number two so urgently that it outweighed my crippling social anxiety around doing it at work.

I hadn’t applied makeup before coming into the office and wasn’t planning on wearing any that day, but then the cafeteria worker I chat with almost every day saw me and asked me if today was my first day here, so I needed to apply a full face of makeup.

I had just received a text from my situationship, whom my coworkers all know about and hate, and whom I falsely claimed to have blocked. I wanted to reply to that text, but if I were to do so at my desk, my coworkers might notice and ask who I was texting. I’m a bad liar, and the jig would be up, so I had to go into a stall to text back.

I was about to eat at the cafeteria and wanted to wash my hands before.

I accidentally touched a seat on the A train during my commute to work and felt something sticky against my skin, so I needed to lather my hands in soap and vigorously scrub until I removed the two outermost layers of epidermis.

The woman who sits at the desk next to me had brought a plate of crackers and tuna salad back to her desk from the cafeteria and eaten it before leaving for a meeting and left the plate with bits of residual tuna salad at her desk, and the whole area reeked like tuna salad, and I needed to leave for a few minutes.

During a work meeting, I touched my chin and felt a singular hair, so I needed to excuse myself, look closely in the mirror to assess the damage, pluck the chin hair in question, and then decide whether I needed to quit my job.

A male coworker said something unhinged in a meeting, and I needed to debrief with the other female coworker who was in the meeting.

I discovered that my parasocial work crush was visiting my office for work on-site, so I needed to apply the fancy solid perfume that I bought from Diptyque with my first bonus check.

I needed to go into a stall and clear the search history on my Instagram because I had told my coworker that I was going to show her a funny page, and if I were to do so without clearing the history, she would see that my recent searches were the situationship I told her I blocked and a bunch of pages for IBS-friendly recipes.

During lunch, I leaned forward and failed to notice that the work badge I wear on my lanyard had dipped into the bowl of mapo tofu that was on my tray. Then, when I stood up, the work badge had smeared mapo tofu all over the crotch of the brand-new light blue linen high-rise pants I wore for the first time that day, and it looked like I was having an internal hemorrhage, so I had to go to the bathroom to try to wipe it off with paper towels.

I had to pee.