For whatever reason my brain always defaults to the well-intentioned parent that mistakenly refers to their child as “son” or “daughter” despite having transitioned to the other. I think it’s because it’s relatively recent that a parent would just say “my son” instead of “my transgender son” or “my daughter that goes by x”, so when I see “my son” I assume they slipped.
A stray cat moved into my house and I assumed it was female because I know Jack shit about cats. 3 years later a more learned friend told me it was definitely a male.
I couldnt stop calling him a girl.
Im gonna have a hard time if anyone i know transitions
my tied for favorite cat, we got her as a bottle feeder and they told us he was male. so we gave him a male name. he learned his name and would come when we called, like a puppy. when it was time to get him snipped, we took him in for the last appointment of the day. they didn’t have time to do a spaying, but they did have time for a neutering. and, well, we found out that we should maybe reconsider her name. (also they doped her up before they looked so come back tomorrow, don’t worry about today’s drugs damn we had a good vet. about a week later there was a meth lab bust at the folks’ we got him from’s garage, so we liked to joke she was a crack baby. may well have been true, too) but she was already coming when i called! so she because genderfluid at our discretion. when she was bad she was a he, when he was good he was a she, and when she was neither he was cat. unless we forgot and did it all backwards, so it flip flopped a lot.
in our defense, we never bothered to look for harbls.
sometimes i accidentally call my wife He/Him because of that damn cat. my trans friends find it cute that i suck at gendernormativity, so whatever.
Yeah I get that, I usually have to reread it a time or two to make sure I understand exactly what’s being said. I don’t want my middle aged brain to get confused, I’m dumb enough as it is.
For whatever reason my brain always defaults to the well-intentioned parent that mistakenly refers to their child as “son” or “daughter” despite having transitioned to the other. I think it’s because it’s relatively recent that a parent would just say “my son” instead of “my transgender son” or “my daughter that goes by x”, so when I see “my son” I assume they slipped.
A stray cat moved into my house and I assumed it was female because I know Jack shit about cats. 3 years later a more learned friend told me it was definitely a male.
I couldnt stop calling him a girl.
Im gonna have a hard time if anyone i know transitions
my tied for favorite cat, we got her as a bottle feeder and they told us he was male. so we gave him a male name. he learned his name and would come when we called, like a puppy. when it was time to get him snipped, we took him in for the last appointment of the day. they didn’t have time to do a spaying, but they did have time for a neutering. and, well, we found out that we should maybe reconsider her name. (also they doped her up before they looked so come back tomorrow, don’t worry about today’s drugs damn we had a good vet. about a week later there was a meth lab bust at the folks’ we got him from’s garage, so we liked to joke she was a crack baby. may well have been true, too) but she was already coming when i called! so she because genderfluid at our discretion. when she was bad she was a he, when he was good he was a she, and when she was neither he was cat. unless we forgot and did it all backwards, so it flip flopped a lot.
in our defense, we never bothered to look for harbls.
sometimes i accidentally call my wife He/Him because of that damn cat. my trans friends find it cute that i suck at gendernormativity, so whatever.
Yeah I get that, I usually have to reread it a time or two to make sure I understand exactly what’s being said. I don’t want my middle aged brain to get confused, I’m dumb enough as it is.