Material reality matters and you're clearly a woman.
“Clearly”. I love that. By what measure is my assigned gender at birth made clear to you through text posts? How do you know I’m not a 56 year old accountant named Hank catfishing you all from a small-town suburb in Pennsylvania? Do I disperse my lowercase “i”’s like a celiac patient too? Or did you scroll through my blog, see “he/him” in my header, and declare yourself the transphobic Sherlock Holmes of digital coochie detection? Congratulations my good man you’ve cracked the case and saved the rec center, now be a sport and join your pop-pop for a hot fudge sundae at Webley Wumble’s good old-fashioned fuckall fun time saloon, home of the foot-and-a-half long fuck yourself free with a side of get bent. You absolute corndog. Eat ass and grow as a person