At my workplace, there are days (not often) when I fluidly identify as a transwoman.

The reason is that sometimes the single-stall men's room is busy. And if I really, really have to go, I become a transwoman for a few minutes so I can do my business in the next room over.

Once I come out, I'm a man again.

No one has seen me come out the women's restroom yet, but when it happens, I dare anyone to complain about it in this environment of diversity and equity.

Society is out of its mind, and I won't participate. Unless I really, really have to drop the kids off at the pool.