I tore down a "Love is Love" poster in the toilets at the Barbican on Saturday. I arrived to go to an exhibition, the signage in the place is really poor, and it's a HUGE venue. I finally got to where I needed to be to find only "gender neutral" toilets. One set advertised "with urinals" the other "with cubicles" I had no time to embark on ANOTHER mission around the centre (the event was ticketed with a set start time), so I had to use them. The toilet was tiny, and the cubicals absolutely minute. Once I'd finished, I had to loiter in the cubicle as there was a big man in the washbasin area (an actual man, dressed as a man). Once he left, I was confronted with this "love is love" "we're all inclusive" poster, and I just saw red. They're so inclusive, yet I'd had to wait to exit the cubicle so I wasn't stood alone with a massive bloke, and having done an insulin injection while in the toilet, I'd had to (as I always do) stash my used needle in my handbag to take home - nobody "inclusive" can provide sharps boxes for the 4% of the UK population with type 1 diabetes, can they? But they can create "inclusive spaces" to indulge the much smaller proportion of the population with delusions.
To be clear, I don't expect places to provide sharps boxes. I just think if we're going to throw the word "inclusive" around, then it should be genuinely inclusive - otherwise let's just call it what it is "we worship at the alter of Trans"