it’s an odd feeling to be gatekept from beer by someone who’s younger than the stretch marks & grey hairs on my body and; yet; it makes me feel good to be carded nonetheless somehow.
I managed to go all of 22-28 never once being carded for anything.
When I hit 30 I started getting carded for things I’d never been carded for before, even the milk bar I’d bought smokes at for 10 years, same guy and his son running it, suddenly started carding me.
That’s how I learned the ID that I’d been carrying around for 10-11 years since getting my photo ID in highschool was functionally useless, because hardly anywhere would accept it as legal ID despite it being legal ID.
I had to keep the website for the government list of ID boolmarkef so I could show doubtful cashiers that my ID was indeed federally accepted, legal and valid ID.
I went to try and get a different type of ID last year which is how it found out that despite being born in my country to a citizen of my country, and having my birth recorded and receiving my birth certificate. Somehow I’m not actually a citizen of my own country and I can’t get a passport…so I’m trying to navigate that system but that’s extra fun and confusing because I have neurodevelopmental issues and no one to help me understand what I need to to do.
I just want to be able to buy alcohol as a person in their 30s, without having to jump through impossible hoops to prove that I’m not not 17.
I’ve got smile lines and the beginnings of crows feet, I am weathered! Why am it getting carded now
i’m likewise seeking a passport and the bureaucratic maze inspires oddly conflicting emotions.
I’ve got smile lines and the beginnings of crows feet, I am weathered! Why am it getting carded now
i’ve learned recently that i wear tank tops revealing enough that the perpetual double nip slip got me kicked out of a grocery store; so i know that it’s impossible to not see my iron grey hirsute upper body in addition to the copious weight loss induced and age defining face wrinkles that make me unrecognizable on the identification that they use to card me with.
it’s an odd feeling to be gatekept from beer by someone who’s younger than the stretch marks & grey hairs on my body and; yet; it makes me feel good to be carded nonetheless somehow.
*slow clap*
Amazing. One of the best sentences I have read all year.
I managed to go all of 22-28 never once being carded for anything.
When I hit 30 I started getting carded for things I’d never been carded for before, even the milk bar I’d bought smokes at for 10 years, same guy and his son running it, suddenly started carding me.
That’s how I learned the ID that I’d been carrying around for 10-11 years since getting my photo ID in highschool was functionally useless, because hardly anywhere would accept it as legal ID despite it being legal ID.
I had to keep the website for the government list of ID boolmarkef so I could show doubtful cashiers that my ID was indeed federally accepted, legal and valid ID.
I went to try and get a different type of ID last year which is how it found out that despite being born in my country to a citizen of my country, and having my birth recorded and receiving my birth certificate. Somehow I’m not actually a citizen of my own country and I can’t get a passport…so I’m trying to navigate that system but that’s extra fun and confusing because I have neurodevelopmental issues and no one to help me understand what I need to to do.
I just want to be able to buy alcohol as a person in their 30s, without having to jump through impossible hoops to prove that I’m not not 17.
I’ve got smile lines and the beginnings of crows feet, I am weathered! Why am it getting carded now
are you me? lol
i’m likewise seeking a passport and the bureaucratic maze inspires oddly conflicting emotions.
i’ve learned recently that i wear tank tops revealing enough that the perpetual double nip slip got me kicked out of a grocery store; so i know that it’s impossible to not see my iron grey hirsute upper body in addition to the copious weight loss induced and age defining face wrinkles that make me unrecognizable on the identification that they use to card me with.