After viewing and funeral shenanigans of having to be dead named and referred to as “son in law” and “husband” all weekend, I would welcome this. I think I may just visit the specialty ice cream shop and suggest it for dinner to my spouse instead of normal food.
Listen I tried. I actually went to what I thought was going to be my therapy appointment and all I got was: “I’m not a therapist. This is a consultation. You should se a therapist, though! Here’s a list; see if any of them are covered by your insurance. And I have no idea if any of them are trans-affirming”. So yeah, I tried to do something, but ended up doing nothing. I’m still a dysfunctional bitch, though.
mrrp