(i ripped this off wikipedia real fast so sorry if it's lib)
In October 1776, the Public Universal Friend contracted an epidemic disease and was bedridden and near death with a high fever. Their family summoned a doctor from Attleboro, six miles away, and neighbors kept up a death-watch at night. The fever broke after several days. The Friend later reported that [deadname redacted] had died, receiving revelations from God through two archangels who proclaimed there was "Room, Room, Room, in the many Mansions of eternal glory for Thee and for everyone". The Friend further said that [deadname redacted]'s soul had ascended to heaven and the body had been reanimated with a new spirit charged by God with preaching his word, that of the "Publick Universal Friend", describing that name in the words of Isaiah 62:2 as "a new name which the mouth of the Lord hath named".
From that time on, the Friend refused to answer to their deadname, ignoring or chastising those who insisted on using it. When visitors asked if it was the name of the person they were addressing, the Friend simply quoted Luke 23:3 ("thou sayest it"). Identifying as neither male nor female, the Friend asked not to be referred to with gendered pronouns. Followers respected these wishes; they referred only to "the Public Universal Friend" or short forms such as "the Friend" or "P.U.F.", and many avoided gender-specific pronouns even in private diaries. When someone asked if the Friend was male or female, the preacher replied "I am that I am", saying the same thing to a man who criticized the Friend's manner of dress (adding, in the latter case, "there is nothing indecent or improper in my dress or appearance; I am not accountable to mortals").
editorial note: I think this is a very cool story and I really love hearing it. We've been around forever and we've been doing variations of this forever. It's really beautiful
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I honestly have no idea how normal people perceived me and usually would prefer for them not to
dysphoria, misgendering, family shit
I know I probably look closer to Zizek than I'd like to ideally
I mean I am clean shaven and less disheveled looking generally but still
I can never tell why I get quizzical glances from people in public? Is it that I'm anxious and socially awkward looking and they're concerned for me? Is it that I'm malefailing in boymode kinda and my tits are kinda visible under my hoodie and it looks weird on someone of my height/build? Is it that I look like a really big butch bitch without any makeup or femme signifiers? Fuck if I know, but I know my brain will screech at itself the entire time trying to figure that out unsuccessfully
My cool(ish) queer relative I went with is sweet and supportive overall but I still get a mix of name/deadname and a random D3 roll on pronouns of he/they/she and it's maddening sometimes
It's like they're just humoring me out of pity or going along with it when they get it right and it's like a kindness they get to graciously bestow upon me sometimes when they bother to remember, and when they don't it's "well I've known you as (deadname) since you were a baby!"
I've been out to you for like half a fucking decade
I'm sure they (cis) and their also queer spouse (cis) wouldn't like if I misgendered them offhandedly randomly either or called them by a masculine version of their names
I'm so sick of feeling like a basic fundamental part of my identity is like a fun little quirk that's fine to fuck up and it's not a big deal to some of the only family that I'm out to and is 'supportive'
(Part of it is that they're boomers, and part of it is that they're libs, but they love being One Of The Good Ones and it can be exhausting not blowing up on them and alienating myself from some of the only IRL support I have)
oh no
Oh god oh fuck, uh I just try not to worry about it, if I am feeling nice I smile, if I am feeling confrontational I stare. There's no knowing how or why people stare, but I don't think most people (or maybe anyone) stare with that intent, Idk. Fuckin people...
Big "ish", like I know I have this baseball bat but I just want to talk to 'em...
I hate this too, I fought people over shit like this. You deserve better treatment and more respect than that at the least.
lmao libshit/Isntreal-Palestine
Lmao I was giving her directions driving and one of them was "past the place with the fuckin' 🇮🇱 flag" and she was like "well there's nothing wrong with a flag" and I compared it to the Third Reich's flag (her wife is German) and she was like
"well you could say that about the 
flag, you wouldn't do that, would you?!" and I was like 
"I can, and do" and she was quiet for awhile 
(she's usually motormouthed and chatting almost constantly)
She has "rules based international order" "humanitarian liberal interventionist"
and still has positive views of 
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or whatever
ULYSSEST TYPE POST ALERT, EMOTE CITY
Glad you said this, absolutely based. Soak in that silence.
went a bit overboard with the emotes lol sorry but I was kinda On One