Love of mine, someday you will die. But I'll be close behind and I'll follow you into the dark, no blinding light or tunnels to gates of white, just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark.
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I usually say it's not offensive in order to preemptively mollify the people who don't have the mental processing power or political will to use my correct pronouns, and to head off the inevitable speech about why they got it wrong and the subsequent avoidant behavior as they subconsciously categorize me as a source of shame and/or avatar of wokeness.