When someone says hi to me there is a 80 percent I will return the hello which I did and than the dude who came up to my shoulder followed me for half a block talking some annoying gibberish at me until I shouted angrily, "I am married!" I don't believe in telling lies but it was either this or pull out my uzzi machine gun and I was feeling a little too tired to do that.I also stopped a couple -- you know the kind, so good looking it is obscene and asked them to take a picture of me. Note my arm is bandaged from donating my platelets. I also think donating your platelets or white blood cells make your boobs bigger -- at least temporarily!
I told my Mom the NY blood center gave us t-shirts and they will mail us Met tickest and Mom asked Met Museum or Met Opera. Neither, Mets the baseball team.
ps My family had a major birthing event over my shoulder --- there -- Beth Israel but it did not include me -- story of my life. I use to be able to see Beth Israel from my home 20 years ago until The New School built a mega dorm on 12th that blocked it. Still transitioning and I still have not found my Grandmother's wedding ring and 2 gold rings each with a small stone but I pray they turn up hidden away somewhere in the stress and trauma of on going harassment. I know there are shockingly stupid people that think only renters face harassment issues but anyway either I misplaced the rings, lost them or someone I trust stole them. I still have not got all my "stuff pack" and unpacked if you can believe it and I long to move asap but that may be a couple of years down the road.
