(Edit: immediately after posting this, it’s prolly way too dark but I’m leaving it there. Also it me, a trans woman terrified of using the stall for this exact reason.)
I’ve always believed that the whole stall concept was developed by some kind of pervert.
I mean, even when they grant proper visual privacy, that’s just one of our five senses. You can still hear and smell what’s going on next door - and I swear in some cases just about taste it.
To me, “privacy” means all senses.
Not to mention having weirdos peek over the top of the stall, which has happened.
So trans women can be discovered, I suppose.
(Edit: immediately after posting this, it’s prolly way too dark but I’m leaving it there. Also it me, a trans woman terrified of using the stall for this exact reason.)
I’ve always believed that the whole stall concept was developed by some kind of pervert.
I mean, even when they grant proper visual privacy, that’s just one of our five senses. You can still hear and smell what’s going on next door - and I swear in some cases just about taste it.
To me, “privacy” means all senses.
Not to mention having weirdos peek over the top of the stall, which has happened.
As a man, can I just say that I have never enjoyed peeing shoulder to shoulder with other men.