Via Captain Nemo in the comments, a tale of woe and trauma from party person Mr Jordan Bennett:
Okay so I had the most DISGUSTING INVALIDATING experience at Heaven nightclub last night,
Hey, I visited Heaven one evening in the early 90s. I’ve seen what can happen.
a place where I am meant to feel free and accepted.
A big gay club for today’s downtrodden homosexual. There is, though, the small matter of security checks. For weapons and such.
Queuing to enter the club it splits into 2 lines- MAN and WOMAN - to be checked by seperate [sic] people.
Sharp-eyed readers may have an inkling of what’s coming.
I am non-binary so OF COURSE I’m gonna queue in the women’s line in sheer protest of where I know they would expect me to queue based on my appearance.
But of course. Let’s call it intersectional decision-making. Or a contrived, rather needy, excuse for drama.
I wait to be checked nervously and then one of the security staff rudely gestures me to the other line for men. I then kindly tell them that I am non-binary whilst highlighting the pronouns on my earrings which clearly say ‘They/Them’
Sadly, however, said earrings had lost their talismanic powers:
They carried on refusing me access, repeatedly saying this side was for ‘women only’. I shamefully walk to the other side. The two distinctly separate box-like detectors for each queue added to the prison-like atmosphere. I felt invalidated and embarrassed.
Habitual self-involvement can do that, I suppose.