Jesus fucking Christ. I was at a gig last night, honmoding etc, all good in that regard. Not being treated strangely or anything. I ended up talking to a really cool woman who shared my interests over weird ass obscure music we had this autistic bonding moment and talked about crust punk, free jazz grindcore and gorenoise and whatever.

At some point she casually mentions being trans. I almost choked on my cig, for fuck’s sake. I am pretty damn good at clocking people because I’m so bonepilled but this time I had no fucking idea. She was only a few years younger than me too, although I didn’t ask when she had started HRT, must have been years ago.

Mogs me. Very badly mogs me. Oh, well. She’s cool af and we exchanged numbers. Maybe I made a new friend.

And yes, such musical interests are probably less common among cis women, but I’ve known a few who enjoy shit like that.