It’s not my job to educate you. It’s your job to stop being ignorant. I understand that it’s easier for you to divide everyone you meet into two categories and call it a day but not everyone conforms to your narrow-ass view. I didn’t tell you my preferred pronouns so don’t call me a man and don’t call me a woman, either. Don’t get me wrong, I am absolutely a cis, hetero man and I will punch anyone who says otherwise. But I will say I am whichever gender lands me the most high-grade, sopping-wet trim.
I’ll say it again. It is not my job to educate you. It’s my job to always be absolutely be crushing it, vag-wise.
I’m sorry but the world doesn’t fit into concepts as absolute as black and white, and people definitely don’t all fit into just “male” or “female.” There’s like nine genders, dude. Or maybe twelve, I forget. Which one am I? I’m the one that’s absolutely slick with it, 24/7.
You’re calling me “man” because it makes you comfortable. You look at me and that’s what you see. But is that how I see myself? Maybe. But is that how the hot chick with the fishnets over there needs to see me in order to want to bang me? Who knows? So shut the fuck up, bro!
I’m sorry I don’t fit into your binary system of categorizing your fellow human beings! Do you want everyone to wear name tags for you, or something?! If that person there wore a sticker that read “Hello, I am a man” and that one there read “Hello, I am a woman” and mine read “Hello, I am up to my neck in wet hot poonany,” that would help you out a lot, huh? Well, get over yourself.
Look, it’s simple. If a girl I like says she’s not a girl but is another thing instead, I’m that thing too. And no, it doesn’t have to be the exact same other thing every time! It’s not lying. It’s called being fluid, bro. I mean, not like “gender-” fluid unless, of course, that’s the thing the most babes are into. In which case, yes, that. So, what exactly is so confusing to you?