Anyone throwing their “pronouns” at me will get MY pronoun in return...probably a new one everyday. Let’s see...today it is “the goddess of the garden world”...and you must use all six words.
I don’t have to deal with pronoun crap, thank heavens. If I ever do, though, I intend to specify my pronouns as loud and disgusting personal noises, such as a Bronx cheer or hawking a big wad of phlegm. Some enviable individuals can produce audible flatulence at a moment’s notice, but I unfortunately lack that talent.