“ In December 2017, my partner Theo and I went to the Janet Jackson concert at the YUM! Center. While standing in the middle of a 15-person line for the bathroom, an attendant came over and patted me on the arm. ‘Ma’am, the women’s room is over there,’ he said, pointing. Elevator eyes evaluated my appearance, launching side conversations and snickers along the line as I responded, ‘I’m aware of what line I’m in, Thank you.'”