i got a nice sack tap and a "good job" pat on my shaft so it was genital verification hour.

it was dysphoric, but understand I was stressed and mostly happy to get through it, and i mean it sucked, it's an extreme violation of my person and a severe abuse of authority, but I also can't and couldn't do shit. I wanted to catch up to my partner and get to our terminal because i had way more on my mind - i've done more invasive bullshit for fun, and i dont remotely appreciate having my dysphoria amplified by systemic abuse, or any kind of consent to that activity be a non-question, but i'm the kind of person to just shove it down and get on with life. For better and worse. i've processed it more emotionally by posting by it than i have in the three years since it happened.

Everyone saying they're wannabe cops aren't lying. Every time I get in that line I just assume I am someone's bad day away from being fucked with because of my identity - it's something i've only had to deal with for five years, and i'm in my thirties - but it made me realize just how fucked up certain things have been for certain identities for much longer - and how morally sick the US is societally that this is just accepted.