As we are in Pride Month, I feel obligated to remind everyone that time cass (they/them) found out about "gender" (and also ADA. But that's for another thing.)
(In my fic)
“Old Lady say something Tan-Gen-De .” They carefully speaks it. “And Ey-Di-Ey.” Timmy push up. “Huh. That makes sense, actually.” His face do something weird. “What's Eh-Di-Ey?” They want to know. They want to capture all the little words, like bags in a jar they can recognise for the next time. “ADA is the Americans with Disabilities Act.” They blink. “It means they need to help people who need special help. Or they get in trouble with the law. So I told her that you needs help with reading and writing.” Cass knows law. It's people with hammers and big white wigs. They think about Hammer-Man gives Old Lady a pencil and tell her to write for Cass. It's a funny picture. “What's tan-gen-de ?” They ask. Timmy falls to the ground. “Fuck.” They look. He isn't injured. Just arm over his eyes. “Okay, we need to call Steph. I'm NOT giving ‘Queer Theory 101’ without her.”
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So. Gender is like “boy” and “girl”, but not only. And when baby is born the doctor looks at private parts and decides. “Girls” like pink and wear dresses and play dolls. “Boys” like blue and wear pants and play cars. But girls can also wear pants and like blue and play car, and boys can wear dresses and like pink and play with dolls and it's okay! (Then why have this?.) Sometimes baby grow up and tell parents doctors were wrong. That doctor said they are girl, but actually they are boy. Or doctor said they are boy but they actually girl. And that's “transgender”. Someone that doctors were wrong as a baby, and had to fix it. (Or something like that.)
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They still don't understand. “But it wasn't a baby,” they say. “No boy no girl. Just Weapon. So why tan-gen-de?” Purple and Timmy look sad hurt pain
But no injuries. They checked themselves, before. No blood or bruises or cracks in bones. Not even falling from the couch.