Being Gay Doesn't Exempt Me From Using the Men's Toilet--Au Contraire,

It merely makes my "use," if anything, more circumspect and more polite.  'Cause that's how men, gay and straight, "use" public toilets: With swift, understated circumspection and monastic decorum.  A "trans man" (i.e., a woman pretending to be a "transsexual" pretending to be a man), if she knew the drill, and avoided the note of conviviality which so often betrays a female presence, could probably still get away with standing up to "go pee" in an adjoining urinal (which, of course, a real man would never do), next to me, without my being aware of her intrusive, defiling vaginality--unless she also, further, gave herself away, as women so often do in such situations, by being effusively and suspiciously apologetic: Then, O God, it having dawned on me that the creature at the next urinal was in fact a woman born, what would I do?  I might speak--I might say, "Get the fuck out of here!" Or I might say nothing and grab something, like a wastebasket or a sheaf of towels to hit at her--as I would at a snake or a scorpion--while avoiding touching it with my bare hands.