I pondered life. And realized that if someone forced me back into my life before all of this. Back into the closet.  This, this feeling of utter freedom and anonymity mixed with the foot loose and fancy freeness of not being worried about my safety late in the night is the privilege I would miss most. 

Not the being listened to in a brand new way, not the no longer having to justify my every choice or thought because I was a woman, not the being respected as the default, nope, it’s the safety that comes with being a man.

Did you know that approximately only 1 in 3 Americans have a woman for a boss?

That statistic always makes me feel sort of funny.

On the one hand I’m not surprised at all.

Truth is, I haven’t had a boss in close to a decade, self employment for the win, BUT when I did have a boss of one form or another they were mostly dudes.