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I don’t have a dick but I do think with it

This morning I'm on the subway going to a medical appointment. A straight couple comes in, they are wearing matching jackets: his is green, hers is pink (of course it's pink). He comes in first and immediately grabs the pole in the middle of the carriage. It's meant for at least 3 people but he leans on it with his whole body, preventing her from accessing it and blocking her way as she gets in. There are no empty sits, so I watch her look around, trying to find something to grab on to prevent her from stumbling when the train starts moving. She doesn't ask him to leave her some space. Instead she decides to hold onto his arm, but when the train starts she almost falls and has to grab one of the hand thingy hanging above her head. He's oblivious to it all. Only his comfort matters and she's not even an afterthought.

I have to get a bus next. There are two adverts displayed at the bus station. One for a medieval theme park shows a man wearing a knight armor looking all powerful, the other for a fashion brand shows a young woman who is wearing a shirt and no pants.

I get on the bus. A group of male teenagers is so loud we all have to endure their stupid conversations and yelling about sports. I look by the window at the people walking the streets. I notice one woman whose mask looks strange and I realize she's not wearing a mask. She just had cosmetic surgery. A "nose job" by the looks of it. I get off the bus at the same time as a young woman who is wearing a pair of leggings so tight she might as well be naked. I feel like a voyeur. I don't want to think about how men feel.

As I walk the streets, I see that someone has drawn a big penis on a wall. I pass by a church and see a nun going in, devoting her life to an imaginary male figure who deems her innately inferior. I also notice a lot of torn off feminist posters. Posters about femicides, sexual harassment and lesbiphobia, I can barely decipher the words.

I go to my appointment. The surgeon is male; I couldn't find a female orthopaedic surgeon, this field is almost entirely dominated by men and, not unrelatedly, it is the most profitable medical field. I can barely get a word in to explain my problem and he doesn't listen much. His secretary is, of course, a woman. She's lovely and very quick to complete my file.

I'm back on the subway when a mother comes in with her son and daughter, maybe 8 years old? Her son is loud and violently pulling at her bag, she keeps telling him to stop because her bag is already in a bad state. But he keeps pulling at it saying "no it's not". She laughs it off. Her daughter is quiet. As I leave, the mother goes out too. She holds the hands of both her children to make sure they don't get separated in the crowd, but as she passes the turnstiles her son tries to get her stuck in it and she has to fight to get through. He's smiling. We keep walking outside and he's not letting go of her hand, now trying to twist her harm to hurt her. She laughs it off again. The daughter hasn't said a word. She's non-existent.

I'm on the bus home. We drive by the statue that decorates the entrance to my town. It's a naked woman laying on a rock. She has no head. By design. She's just a big headless body.

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