Smurf-ass motherfuckers. You’re not even real cops but you still wear that dumbass badge. Guess this is where all the academy dropouts ended up at. I see you taking your own backpacks straight past the checkpoints you fucking hypocrites. You couldn’t catch a bomb if it landed right on top of you you fucking fucks AAAAAAAAA!!! 
My butter knife could be used to take control of the plane? Holy fuck are you fucking listening to yourself? That’s literally my fucking job! Fuck you! And they give fucking butter knives to the business class passengers on the fucking plane, holy fucking shit!!! 
Don’t tell me I’ve been fucking randomed, I can see the green cleared icon reflected in your glasses you lying sack of shit, fuck you! 
i got selected for a patdown heading to texas to visit family and introduce my nesting partner and likely future wife, because it felt appropriate and my parents don’t drink teh water that gives everyone in texas brainworms i guess.
anyway I think it’s because I went visibly trans, because that lady felt up my junk and if I wasn’t a huge fucking weirdo i might’ve had a problem with that. It felt fucked up even if I was pretty unphased by it happening to me, just like, really oppressive shit you’ve got when a rando can clock a trans girl and decide they want some touchy feely
Yeah the TSA people can basically act with impunity and flagrantly ignore the computer-selected “random” secondary screening. They’re wannabe cops who want you to know that they have power over you and that you have next to no recourse. And if you express displeasure they will lie and say you threatened them. It’s the dream job of every high school bully.
Was it to the point where they actually felt up your genitals? That seems insane, I’ve gotten countless pat downs but the most invasive it ever got was grazing my nuts while going up the inner thigh. Getting a legit genital inspection sounds like a horribly dysphoric experience, I’m sorry you had to go through that
i got a nice sack tap and a “good job” pat on my shaft so it was genital verification hour.
it was dysphoric, but understand I was stressed and mostly happy to get through it, and i mean it sucked, it’s an extreme violation of my person and a severe abuse of authority, but I also can’t and couldn’t do shit. I wanted to catch up to my partner and get to our terminal because i had way more on my mind - i’ve done more invasive bullshit for fun, and i dont remotely appreciate having my dysphoria amplified by systemic abuse, or any kind of consent to that activity be a non-question, but i’m the kind of person to just shove it down and get on with life. For better and worse. i’ve processed it more emotionally by posting by it than i have in the three years since it happened.
Everyone saying they’re wannabe cops aren’t lying. Every time I get in that line I just assume I am someone’s bad day away from being fucked with because of my identity - it’s something i’ve only had to deal with for five years, and i’m in my thirties - but it made me realize just how fucked up certain things have been for certain identities for much longer - and how morally sick the US is societally that this is just accepted.