Thought.is

I realized through all of this that it didn’t matter if I ran a red light or stopped for it, whether I sat behind a line of slow moving cars or wove between them, whether I passed a bus on the left or on the right. Drivers were going to hate my presence no matter what.

Once you have digested that definition after having vomited up whatever it is you last ate, you might wander on over to Tumblr and type “transtrender” in the search bar. Warning: don’t do this.