Hey trannies!
Keep your perversions, mental illness, and sexual deviancy out of the public square. They are inimical to the public order.
For example, there is no viable solution to the bathroom problem.
Don’t make me pretend that when you show up at the Square Dance as a 6 foot 3 inch pot bellied balding huge sweaty handed with a 5 o’clock shadow, you are somehow a woman! My brain is completely incapable of anything but autonomic revulsion. I’ll just stop going. I’m normal. Virtually all normal men want to punch you rather than dance with you. Go away!