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I say let them play.

Like... this is a bad faith stunt for sure but like... what if it wasn't? Like... what if they really do want to come out but are being trolls about it?

Like... same energy as the dudes that pretend to be women on the internet 'for the lulz.' A handful of my transfemme friends were this kind of person pre-transition.

What if... they're serious? Like I want this to be taken seriously. I want this taken as a serious claim. Because let's say they make it past the lawsuit, past the tryouts- let's say they make it to the draft.

They have to play as women. If you make it that far, I have to wonder how much you're trolling.

So i started referring to him with 'round/rounds' and he quickly became uncomfortable with my sincerity.

it did not. it is public knowledge the slave trade worked like this

Great news: she loved it. Super tasty apparently. Great success. Along with the kidney-sensitive treats we found, it was a nice way to supplement her diet. Unforseen long-term consequence though: she loved it so much she began demanding it throughout the day. Like, would come up to us and meow, and meow, and meow, and not stop, until we got up, went to the kitchen, and got her some cat drink.

And by doing so on demand, we have unfortunately created a monster: no matter what we are doing at home, Dozy knows that if she sits next to you and meows, 1) you know what she wants, and 2) you know that she will not stop until you get it for her now. And when you do get it, she gets extremely excited. She will bum rush the kitchen door as you enter. She will run around your feet as you open the can. She will let out the creakiest, crunchiest, most nails-on-the-chalkboard meow you've ever heard if she thinks you're not going fast enough.

I do not begrudge her this. It is gratifying to care for a creature whose most ardent desires are so simple that it is this easy to fulfill them. But I am a little sad, because I know in my heart that I have never loved any comestible as much as she loves this cat drink. She has a pleasure of a purity and intensity that I will never know.