Brand-spankin'-new gripe for y'all: I just got into a completely unnecessary screaming match with my parents because APPARENTLY, according to the all-knowing old people, if I ask my employer and co-workers to use my preferred name and pronouns they'll all be so disgusted that they'll fire me in the middle of the holiday rush. When I have (almost) full availability and I'm a dedicated, enthusiastic worker. APPARENTLY, trans people (who aren't really trans, because that's something teh internets made up) are SOOOOOOOO yucky that being trans is an automatic disqualification for Having A Decent Life (as the cis overlords define "decent"). Honestly, if just one more person says I'm confused/doing this for attention/making it up/"really" a girl I'm going to tattoo "die cis scum" on somebody's forehead, and it ain't gonna be mine.