No, dad, despite identifying as a female, i want you to grasp the reality, which is that you can't provide me with daintypop fairylace deodorant ™️, clinically engineered to smell like pink tax and dutch tulip fields. My body is wretched enough to warrant ICESTORM BLAST (for dude-ly men), the one with a tiger on the bottle, badly photoshopped flames, legally classified as fuel
IDGAF WHAT THE GENDER MARKER IS ON THE BATHROOM AS LONG AS THIS GERARD WAY LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER DOESNT HEAR MY DIARHEA