The cat rescue I foster through recently hired a new foster coordinator. That is, admittedly, a huge blessing for our organization; we have far too many fosters and foster cats to be managed by a volunteer.
Being the creeper that I am, I found our new staffer on Facebook. She's a lovely lady, recently married, and a great supporter of our rescue. I looked a bit further down her page, seeing where she was trying to figure out how to change to her new surname. She then proceeded to post a blurb from California's court page, explaining how to change your name and gender together or separately, laughing at how "crazy" California is. Because, you know, there's so much hilarity about people who are born in the wrong body and spend inordinate amounts of time, money, and heartache to be able to be comfortable as the person they really are. Count your blessings that this isn't something you have to endure rather than mocking those of us who do.
And people wonder why queers don't like hanging out with cishets. Just when you think you can like someone, they show how ignorant and bigoted they are. Well then.
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