I never realized until this morning, when I was in the midst of eating blueberries:
That therefore I’m transphobic!
When you’re born cis (sic) (heheheheheh) you can blunder around doing all sorts of transphobic things without realizing it until suddenly the light dawns.
The Sun itself comes up transphobic.
It’s enough to make me cry. And cry. And cry. And cry.
Where, oh, where, will it ever end?
And when, dear dawg, oh when?
