Not a wang in sight

Wow! I just realised we spent 4 days with youngest in London seeing family and fun sights and not a gender ruining fuckwangering moment in sight. 

Not a stupid mashed up gender signalling mess of a flag in sight, which causes me intense feelings of anger and upset.

Not a pierced to the gills blue green haired meandering moaning folx in my face, who make me want to actually cry. Saw none.

Not a worrying thought about my binder damaging children walking around London all day.

Not a lingering anguished look to my husband indicating a multitude of indignations, upsets and eye rolling.

A totally free from trans idewoogly long weekend without the older two.

It was glorious! Although we did spend an inordinate amount of time in Brandy Melville!

Now though, I'm wallowing in guilt for having such a great time at 60% of family. 

(I asked ai to create an image to express my feelings)