tybalt-you-saucy-boi:

lornagonigall:

theheartbrokenlibertarian:

overwatchagainstbullshit:

anti-sjw-pro-luxray:

gender-problems:

Here is a list of personal pronouns for the anon who asked about them.

Imagine thinking over half of these exist

Imagine liking to hurt trans people this much

-Mod Mei

imagine claiming to be trans and using pronouns like these

now imagine talking to a REAL LIVE trans man or trans woman… 

– somebody who is having trouble gathering all the money to complete their expensive and intimidating but vital correction surgery, and who has been battling that shit out with their insurance company for months and months now;
– who has been living and presenting as their proper gender for 2 full years now, at a job they’ve worked at for 10 years, and *still* dealing with people calling them by the wrong name and/or whispering when they walk by;
– who still feels that little butterfly of nervousness and bad memories every time they push open that restroom door and see there’s somebody else in there;
– who still gets called HE even though it’s been two years now and she even felt bold today and finally wore her very cutest, very girliest outfit to work and is literally the prettiest girl in the building right now;
– who still gets called SHE

in front of everybody while wearing his sharpest, classiest suit and tie he looks so great in, so that the confidence he had finally, finally started feeling gets jerked right back in seconds by that one person who seems to “slip up” just a little too often;
– who had to go into HR that one rough day and explain exactly why they requested all those massive ID change forms from corporate, and had to explain to the HR person exactly what’s going on with their body in intimate detail, because corporate has stringent requirements for name changes;
– who, even after all that, still has to log into the office network

every single day

with the wrong, painful, old name they thought they could leave behind, because corporate somehow couldn’t change that one stupid fucking ID; 
– who had to come out to the always-rude IT guy they never got along with just to get their email address updated to their real, *legal* name now, while he eyeballed them and mockingly asked if they were gonna demand people call them by some weird ridiculous pronouns now;
– who wrestled with terrifying internal questions, who struggled with their identity, with who they really are, with their body, with being at odds with their very self, with whether or not they were even sure once or twice, with whether or not they could ever afford it, with how their loved ones would react, with the possibility of crushing rejection, with how it would all be worth it to finally be comfortable in their own body for once in their life, with actually feeling selfish about it sometimes, with absolutely everything in their life for years and years, decades and decades, for as long as they can remember;
– who went through years of therapy (and a few different therapists), who went through years of medical treatment and side effects and discomfort and priorities and changes, who went through years of strife trying to build their whole new identity and life, who examined every law on the books and all of the possible hitches and hiccups and roadblocks, who bravely forged ahead – terrified and exhilarated – and finally started making it happen, finally… wore a bra or a binder out to the store for the very first time, and then on from there;
– who had to come out to -and explain all this stuff to- their friends, their boss and co-workers, their parents, their fucking grandparents, and then answer all their well-meaning but traumatically prying and detailed questions;
– who still gets asked those weird, super personal and intimate, super detailed, horribly uncomfortable, often subliminally judgmental questions all the time, by the strangest people, at least once a week, even in the most inappropriate places like the dinner table, the work cafeteria, the fucking public bathroom;
– who lives this life every single day, taking the good with the very bad no matter how hard it gets, even knowing it would be so much easier otherwise, because they have no choice and literally could not bear to go on if they did not…

…and telling THAT PERSON, right to their face, that, “excuse me, it’s xe now, please. Yeah, xe and xyr. As in ‘xe did it xyrself.’ Thaaaanks.”

imagine THAT

“Pers” ain’t that the thing women carry their stuff in

So thon is a pronoun now and he isn’t? O-kay then.

I hate that pronoun list so much.