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When I was in high school, a bunch of kids pulled me into a dark corner, beat me up and splashed hot chocolate fresh from the vending machine over me.

Not an unusual occurence, back in the eighties. Those things happened, at least at my school. Not just to me.

Then a teacher came along, shoed the perps away and told me to clean myself up, and then come back and clean the place up.

That's what I am reminded of most when I read about the UK hight court verdict about trans women.