Gawddamn he muttered  he was irritated anywaythe MENS Room hadnt a urinalthe only thing that ever made a restroom a MENS room was a urinal  no urinal  no need for a sign on a doorjust let it be a bathroomUNISEXed if necessary  he grew up in a household of 13  Keep it simple stupid

                                                   but his irritation was piqued by the lout on the other side of the locked doorknockin awayHeying as if the door being locked wasnt explanation enough

HEY I gotta use the bathroom 

over his right shoulder he barked Use the WOMENS Room

he might have suggested Keep on going down the hall out the rear exit entrance take a leak in the parking lot  but then who was he to assume the creep had to take a piss  he might be one of those clowns who using a public bathroom scribbled on the wall with his shit or ate sunflower seeds while sitting on the pot spitting hulls onto the floor 

the sign at the bars door read YOU MUST BE 21 TO ENTER  but that doesnt allude to being an adultwhich he called adolt  a lot 21 year-olds an older tragically males werent adultsnot in the sense he aligned with adulthood  ADOLTS

the intelligent retort from the hall was Hellno! You use it!

Sharp as a tack this inbred he thought to himself  then Oh please be there when I open the door 

he took his time and leisure

in the moments prior to entering the MENS Room the WOMENS Room door he walked past was wide open

I aint using no ladies room!

he thought Whats your leverage asshole

Only girls use the ladiesroom!

Not true he thought to himself  he used if necessary  a bathroom is a bathroom is a bathroom a bush is a bush is a bush  public indecency  really   pissing yourself or crapping in your pants is indecent

if he had his druthers every public toilet in every facility would be marked WOMENS Room every drinking fountain FOR COLOREDS ONLY all seats on a bus would be at the back of the bus leather straps hung or metal railings riveted to the ceiling in the forward open expanse  an OVERDOSE of their own medicine

Comeon manI gotta go! in that moment he wished he was a woman he imagined exiting the MENS Room straightening out his skirt muttering Such a rude man 

shaking his cock he did not restrain his laughter

Aint funny!

he flushed the toilet unlockedopened the door and stepped to the sink to wash his hands confident the yahoo wasnt one who washed his hands after using the bathroom no matter his business

Whaddaya doin asshole?

apparently a locked door and washing his hand werent sufficient evidence of what he was doing

he didnt say a word

I GOTTA USE THE TOILET!!

apparently shy too

he snatched a couple of paper towels from the dispenser and drying his hands he turned to him 

Yup  somewhere along the line mother father were sister brotherhed bet she didnt seduce him  So troubled he said as he finger-rolled the wadded paper towels into the gray metal waste basket beside the door

the lout stepped foot to foot side to side rapidly YOU NEED TO GO!!  QUEER!!

he went 

How did Einstein miss that

Queer

     he threw a quick left hook soft to his bellybut hard enough  the crotch of his pants wetted as if he had a water balloon in them

Aint queer boy an I didnt wet myself    Shouldve used the WOMENS Room

and on the louts face 

               thats what mortification looks like

1823,  Saturday,  22  7. 17

1156,  Thursday,  27  7. 17

he couldnt be sure    thehell he was surehe was damn sure 

                                                 the huge ornate woodframed mirror in the entrance hall that overlooked the great room and library beyond watched him   and whatever it sawhowever it understood what it saw it dissemenated its postulates to the other mirrors throughout the house and apparently they accept its perceptions as Gospel

the most vexing mirror for foundhe couldnt speak for the rest of the householdif they were even awarethey never broached the subject with him  although that said he visited only in the Fall to relish his time with them in the countryside and to be intoxicated with the pure joy of its autumnal profusionconcussion its ripe rich coloured leaves the hazyblue river valley meandering in long lavish curves along the picked over and ragged caned cornfields  the unseen river whispered under the harsh cawing and fury of black birds gobbling in the fields and the hundreds and hundreds of Canada geese flying overhead in chevrons of unnerving precision

                                                                                                  

                                                 ahyes  the mirror that troubled him   it hung in the bath off his bedroom it reflected the tartan shower curtain at his back the wide transom above it that watched the east 

and while he shaved  when he troubled his straight razor at his throat the mirror flinched or went darkly opaque  became a dishonest piece of glass

What is this he asked some new tyranny  subjugation  a willing adherent to the forlorn despot watching in the entry hall   Are you taking a knee

then stepping away from it he mused out loud  What kind of desperation is this . . .

. . . wondering if he referred to its desperation  or his   or theirs

the antique mirrors hanging inside the house werent twodimensional 

                                                    and if the truth be known they were the real reason why he returned year after year at his friends standing invitation  they seemed unaware of what roiled in the glasses depths                          

       or perhaps the glass was unfazed by them                               

but Alice informed him

                Lewis Carroll informed himdisabused him of any common notions regarding lookingglasses

they looked                                      

they saw           

now perhaps  they were considering

                           their silvers were scarred  distemperate  their ruins sifted like grains of sand on sepia beaches swept by long low winds 

when he ran his fingers over their blemishes he could feel queer heat an cool through the glass  a sensation of swelling

the glass bulgedan sometimes  though rarely  a blemish cackled and slipped out from under his fingertipssometimes passing out from under his entire hand as if blown by a sudden silken sirocco    and sometimes something resembling a hand appeared opposite his  and sometimes a face appeared  icyblue  underwater  obscured by a veil of undulating seagrass vintage fabric  the charblue current snaking around over and through it 

things shivered on their other side 

they were sly  and furtive 

they watched  

they made him anxious

                    unconsciously he grabbed up anything of substance nearby that he could defend himself with  he fingered his razorfound scissors in an unused bureau a keen letter opener from the desk under the window  he stood and took down heavy candlesticks from the fireplace mantle in his room  

he armed himself

in his valise he brought a billyclub a blackjack  things he hadnt carried since he worked as a repoman

he was on guard

he saw these threats through the prism or humidity or atmosphere of the odd physics where they stayed

frankly   he watched for them to invade

                               anif they sought him he hoped that they would be confused by their inversion   through the glass they cautiously watched his right  anif they were fooled by their perception as he hoped his practised left would surprise them  anif their confusion was insufficient hed strike them firsta suckerpunch hoping to blind their eyes before they could blind him

                                   for inside their glass he watched how they flinchwatched how they avoided looking him in the facelooking into his eyes  which seemed to hint something awkward about themsomething untoward 

it seemed their hesitancy revealed a facet of their temperament  and in their shivery glances he saw involuntary shudders an raw agitationbaleful remorse 

if he was correct  their obfuscation were desperate attempts to assure themselves that outside the glass was the same as inside of it

            anif they ever mustered the courage and came outcame out at the command of the hallway mirror  hed put a spike right through their heads 

1735,  Saturday,  22  7. 17

2325,  Sunday,  23  7. 17

Stones  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQSGw0hMd_I

but this makes sense: “Drumpf Says Transgender People Can’t Serve in the Military” 

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he couldnt either

1347,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  26  7. 17

1274 days remaining or less to his cuntdumb