And the she/hé flounced out for the last time.
Hé had actually had the front to shout at me – SAY SORRY OR I’LL LEAVE.
Sorry for asking you to put out the pile of cardboard boxes, which I can’t do, and have been there for hours, and which you have walked past a dozen times…?
YOU’RE IN A MOOD ! WHEN YOU GO BACK TO NORMAL, YOU CAN TALK TO ME! Slam/ stamp/ huff.
Jesus… my final words had to be – look, this converting to a man thing… it’s not working very well, is it?
As ‘ his ‘ girlfriend is an ultra feminist lesbian, I’m not sure whether or not he has to change into a frock when he goes round hers, or not ? Hard to work out the dynamic there tho, isn’t it?
I think that since I went Gender Neutral, he/she had felt threatened.
Anyway, now I’m definitely The Only Gay in the Village.
( NB except when I’m not feeling gay, which’ll be at about 8pm when Wendy gets here )
See – Gender Fluidity has to be the way forward ?!
Sincere thanks to WK for the help too.