If gender is what’s in my pants, jokes on you, I’m not wearing pants.

they can’t be consistent with any of their inane assertions. if it’s in their pants, how can you tell what gender anyone is without looking in there? you see people on the street, say he, she referring to random people you’ve never seen before. you refer to the according to the way they present.

mind that these are the same people who keep talking about how “real” men and women should act as well. men don’t do this, women don’t wear that… wait I thought it was all about their genitals? surely then how they act doesn’t matter as long as their genitals are there, no?

they’re full of shit. transphobia is a mental illness.

Well then, thanks to my dogs, I guess most days my gender is also “hair ball”

If my gender is what’s in my pants then I refuse to tell this pervert about my gender

I kee< my phone in my pant pocket. So am i a phone now? Or am i even underwear?