Last Friday, I unintentionally called out my trans coworker about some dirty pics (that I didn't even know existed!) while we were talking about transferring data from her old phone to her new phone. The comment I made was like "yeah, I get it." But apparently I didn't keep it chill enough because she gave me a look that could immolate a person.

When we were out of hearing range of anyone else I asked her "you're not mad at me, are you?" It took her a minute to realize what I was referring to. When it finally hit she laughed, "HuntersCock, no! I have a Bad Dragon sticker on my car. Do you think I care whether or not other people think I'm a degenerate?"

I felt a huge weight of awkwardness lifted because she is the only other queer person in the workplace and the only one I would consider a friend. We traded as many stories of degeneracy as we could before others returned.

I then went home to take Adderall and beat my dick to shreds the entire weekend. Maybe one day I can share this story of degeneracy with her. Better yet, maybe we can share the experience together. And with others.

Edit: accidentally typed "coworkers." She is just one person lol