As a demisexual, the merest thought of the possibility regarding speculation about the idea of progressing from chats to irl encounters makes my haemorrhoids throb.
Some people think astrology is an embarrassing anachronism from a time when people looked to the skies and thought they could perceive the shapes of the gods. They weren’t really shapes though, because they change as soon as your perspective shifts. The gender binary is exactly the same.
I don't see the problem with men wearing something that is pink or has frills, or is made from lace or silk, things that would have guaranteed me a good beating in the school yard.
Instead of getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing and fighting, one in three trans youth are experiencing major depression and one in two report self-harming.
Obviously, my first thought was that I needed to capture the changes in my sex drive. The second thought, being a project manager, was that the solution probably involved spreadsheets.
Bonus free tip. If you own a penis, and you're wearing it under a short skirt, and you own a feisty cat, wear underpants. That Is All.
The second most horrific living nightmare is smelling of BO, specifically me believing other people thinking I smell of BO. It haunts me.