“Oh my god,” she says, grabbing my arm. “Have you been they’d yet? It happened to me last week. I was giving my Trans 101 talk to a group of social workers, and a cis woman, one of those super-woke white knights, you know the type, just assumed I go by they/them. My whole life I had to deal with getting he’d and now, after decades of difficult, not to mention expensive, gender work, I’m getting they’d? It’s a new kind of mis-pronouning.” She sits back with a sigh, exhausted from it all, but then laughs and says, “Do you know what we sound like? A couple of cranky old trannies.”
