If a special little snowflake can be anything yt wants to be, yt just as well be a sparkly gem:
And yes, “yts” pronouns are yt/yts/ytself. Also a “infj” and a “tucute”.
If a special little snowflake can be anything yt wants to be, yt just as well be a sparkly gem:
And yes, “yts” pronouns are yt/yts/ytself. Also a “infj” and a “tucute”.
The whole genders thing, just like the closely related otherkin phenomenon, is a cult. It preys on people with a low sense of self-worth, and convinces them that reality itself is wrong. Once it’s rejected the reality, it supplies the fantasy: They’re not just another lemur-descendant like the rest of us, they’re some wondrous mythical creature swapped into the wrong body in some kind of divine accident. They also continue to ignore the religious qualities of such a belief system, in most cases, and many go on professing to be atheists and agnostics despite the fact that they’re talking about immortal souls.
I forget where exactly it came from, probably Gilbert and Sullivan, but I remember an old saying that’s standing out right now. When everybody’s special, nobody is.
In an effort to go back to a world where nobody is special, we have therefore laid claim to the title Emperor of Mars. This entitles us to the pronouns “his majesty/your majesty”, and to use the royal we and the power of decree. We hereby declare that all of the other special snowflakes are a bunch of filthy peasants who should get back to work.