The word transexual has a gravitas, it conjoures the image of a more refined biggot, swirling her wine and smoking expensive cigars as she dangles me above her electric eel tank.
She only hates me because I threaten her, both because of her business of selling gendered baby clothing, but also her very personality, if I can become a girl what's stopping her from being a boy sometimes?
Our eyes meet and I plead for my life, years of conditioning start to crack as (s)he realises what (s)he truly is, a gender fluid non-binary pansexual transexual himself. They realise that they could make double the profits if every baby was transgender because they'd have to buy a whole new set of gendered baby clothing! He lets me go and we start making out 66% percent of the time because I'm not straight and his gender starts fluiding rapidly.
She he they divest 50% of their investments in the transgender crushing machine into queer owned businesses (Palantir and open AI). This bankrupts they/them because the ai bubble pops and the Palantir factory explodes destroying the company and crashing the global economy. I also divorce (s/t)h(e/i)(r/m) because open AI is #problematic
Does anyone else feel this way?