on my mask, while wearing my rain-blinded glasses. I thought I’d succeeded, but once indoors I realised that the headscarf holding my hair in place had fallen down my forehead and I couldn’t push it back, because that requires privacy, a mirror and a hairbrush.
So I wore it round my neck like a bandana, with my soggy haystack hair around my face.It was a horrible, humiliating feeling, precisely the kind of situation that any transwoman dreads.
And on my miserable way home I pondered a question that has been on my mind a lot lately: why has Western society been driven quite so mad by Covid-19?I, of all people, know that Covid can kill the old and ill, but our local district is estimated to have fewer than six active cases per 10,000.