Sometimes I wonder if I'm not a #cooldude for actually using the "forbidden" words nigger or faggot*, but every time I've been witness to literally any form of transphobia I revel in the fact that I get so disgusted.
Mom says I need to let things go sometimes, but fuck that in this case, that just ain't cool. Thankfully in the case of my brother it seems it's because he's a dipshit, like I was prior to, say, 2015? It's my fuckin' old-ass man using 'must be in the middle of transitioning' to make fun of some cat with a girly voice that was working the Thunder Mountain Railroad station, after I pointed out their name tag in response to his initial misgendering (that at least I could excuse, it's a sound assumption, I suppose), that sticks out in my mind.
...For what it's worth, *I* thought his voice was very cute as soon as I heard it uwu
*mostly because I'm a man of context, and also because faggot doesn't mean gay and hasn't for five goddamn decades almost, I don't care what anyone says
(because the two halves of the word sound so different, yet have the "L" sounds that mark them as related, just like how the Dream and Nightmare halves of the staff look so different, yet channel the energy of all the world that sleeps uwu)