You’re asking if I’m trans because you can’t stop thinking about trans people. Not for a minute. Not for a breath.
Every time you bring up bathrooms, bodies, or transitioning, you’re not insulting me, you’re confessing what’s living rent‑free in your head.
And let’s be honest, Republican men consume more transgender adult content than any other political group. That’s not an insult, that’s data.
So when you ask me if I’m trans, all you’re really doing is telling everyone what you search for when the house goes quiet.