It's Going Down the Crappper


It doesn’t make any difference what bathroom you want to use.  A pervert is a pervert no matter with what gender he, she or they, identify.  And might I say that, in all my 60 plus years when using a ladies restroom that not once was I ever accosted by a lesbian who wanted to assault me, or convert me.  Nor do I know of any male friends who were ever accosted by a gay man in the men’s restroom. There’s  far too many homophobes, lesbophobes and transgenderphobes milling around public bathrooms for my taste.  When I go into a public bathroom, I do my business, wash my hands and leave.  Hanging around is more than icky, not to mention the smelly.

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