Moving to Adelaide is like time travel into the future.
Country life is much more conservative, even today.
When I was young I lived in Port Augusta in the 80’s.
There were girls toilets and boys toilets.
It was not ok to be gay.
And if a man wanted to wear a dress and a wig he did so in secret, or on stage at an end of year footy show.
I’m old enough to remember when you could put money on your porch for the milk man.
Easy. Not too many options.
But I was lactose intolerant and my mum had to drive to a farm to get goats milk.
One time I put apple juice on my Wheetbix.
These days at the supermarket I get confused by the abundance of non dairy milks even though I need lactose free.
I recently made friends with a trans person who is two years into hormone treatment, becoming more feminine.
It was explained about the journey from he, to they, to she.
Finally I understood that this is the sort of person that would have needed a gender neutral toilet while in the ‘they’ phase.
It was revealed that while in possession of a functional penis this person now identifies as ‘she’.
I said “I believe you because every god damn hetrosexual man in the universe is attracted to me and I’m not getting that vibe.”
She said “I am attracted to you, but as a woman.”
I said “What would you want to do to me? Would you eat me out? Would you use your penis?
She replied “I don’t know, I’m confused, there’s too many options.”
Just like me and the milk!