Went out with a friend last night. Felt confident/cute. Dressed pretty. A wonderful person held the door for me and my friend. Didn't get misgendered. Didn't get mocked or stares of disgust. Parents didn't clutch their children for fear I'd turn them queer. I lived my life in the open after 6PM and people were genuinely kind and/or apathetic about my existence. And that's as perfect a night as I've had in hot minute