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I decided to go through the cancer machine. The thought of allowing these people to touch me was more than I could handle after some recent events that have left me feeling very insecure about my person. After posing in the machine (which was a difficult task for me, knowing what I was subjecting myself to) I was told that the TSA scum would have to “clear my torso.” I told her that the reason I went through the cancer machine was to not get a pat down. She said she would call her supervisor, give me a private screening, etc. I told her that I don’t let strangers touch me, I don’t want to cry in public or in private and that there is no way that she is taking me anywhere out of view. Her supervisor comes over and says that she’ll handle me. She says that she must clear my torso. She makes me stand on a particular mat. As I’ve been dealing with her, I’ve scrunched up my shirt, demonstrating that there is nothing there. “Are you going to gut me to see what I had for breakfast?” At this point, I lift my shirt, exposing my belly. The look of horror/disgust on this perpetrators face… She is the one forcing herself on me and yet, I have somehow offended her sensibilities by exposing my skin. Seriously, fuck her. I’m not exactly sure if this was when she threatened to call over a LEO. (She pronounced the acronym.) I confirm with her that she is only touching my torso and “consent”. Two male TSA scumbags stare at me as I let tears rolls down my face. I don’t bother to wipe them as they take all of my belongings and check EVERYTHING for explosive residue, or whatever. They find my cash. The TSA scumbag calls over the most the perpetrator. I tell her that is less than $10,000. Much less. She loses interest in it at that point, does not inspect further. When they’re done fucking with me, they all say, “Thank you.” “Have a great day.” “Have a great flight.” etc. I don’t look at them and I don’t speak to them. I know people have had worse experiences. This was mine.