I‘m starting a new movement, complete with buttons and t-shirts, one-size fits all ball caps, and little cocktail flags, A code of conduct, a secret hand-shake and annual conventions.
Okay, no convention. But I’d really like the handshake.
The Anti-Gender Establishment. AGE for short.
“Wait a sec, aren’t you the trans person searching for enlightenment?” your tempted to ask I can tell. But I’ll keep preaching on this until the cows come home (Kansas is big on cows).
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