If she wants to tell everyone she’s a boy now, I don’t really give a fuck. She can call herself King of the Dinosaurs and only speak by saying “rawr rawr” for all I care, I just don’t think I should be forced to play along with titles bestowed upon her by the voices in her head.
I am not obliged to call a delusional individual “Napoleon” or “Jesus” or “Teddy Roosevelt” and refer to them as “transhistorical.”
I’m sick of this shit and so are you.
(via, who I don’t hat tip often enough)