Sometimes this uneasy feeling bubbles up to my emotional surface. It happened yesterday while I was on the Blue line train from the O'Hare airport into downtown Chicago. I was finishing reading a book as my stop came up, so I started putting it into my backpack. As I did, I realized that the book cover with the word "transgender" in the title was facing outwards, so the person sitting across from me could see it if they happened to be looking in my direction. I don't know if they did or not, or what thoughts crossed their mind if they did, but I felt this tinge of concern. Or maybe it was fear. I can't be sure. Probably fear.
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