Not on purpose, of course. But what if there was a syringe full of estradiol at the bottom of the stairs and a single roller skate at the top of the stairs and I step on the roller skate and go “woah woah woah” while comically flailing my arms before tumbling down the stairs and land right next to the syringe and then decide to pick it up and ironically inject myself with it and then get a prescription for more estradiol that I inject at regular intervals?
Well, as long as you’re doing it ironically, I think you’re safe from transing your gender, but if there’s even a hint of seriousness, sorry girl but I got news for you…
Not on purpose, of course. But what if there was a syringe full of estradiol at the bottom of the stairs and a single roller skate at the top of the stairs and I step on the roller skate and go “woah woah woah” while comically flailing my arms before tumbling down the stairs and land right next to the syringe and then decide to pick it up and ironically inject myself with it and then get a prescription for more estradiol that I inject at regular intervals?
Well, as long as you’re doing it ironically, I think you’re safe from transing your gender, but if there’s even a hint of seriousness, sorry girl but I got news for you…