I remember the good old days when you could live your life quietly and in peace and not have to walk on eggshells about stupid things like preferred pronouns, what someone identified as, men who turn into women; women who turn into men. When people had a moral compass. Right was right, wrong was wrong.
I remember the good old days when you could live your life quietly and in peace and not have to walk on eggshells about stupid things like preferred pronouns, what someone identified as, men who turn into women; women who turn into men. When people had a moral compass. Right was right, wrong was wrong.