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  • Writer's pictureanonymous woman

Pre-lockdown Brussels: a dance bar I went to with friends had a gender-neutral toilet with about 3 cubicles. It was filthy, stinking and the floor was wet with urine, worse than anything I have ever experienced.

Inside the door, a (cis) man leaning against the wall made comments toward me, which I ignored. When I came out of the cubicle, he was still there and continued making suggestive remarks. Another man had entered and joined in the jeering, they appeared to know one another.

I left immediately without washing my hands, feeling filthy and vulnerable. Ruined my night out.


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