Boggles my mind that people think things like this are even remotely interesting or noteworthy. Who the F cares what you call yourself? And by the way, don’t expect me to play along with your fantasy of “identifying” as a girl when you’re a guy. You can indulge in pretend but I won’t.
I think it has something to do with why we slow down and “look” if we come across an accident....that being said....
If your cat had kittens in your oven.....would you call them biscuits?........./s
If “he” still has a dick, “he’s” a “he/him”.