It’s me/zi/zoy again, Libby McTardo, and I’m literally shaking right now. Why? Because my TV keeps telling me how many men (BARF!) and women have died from COVID, but nothing about the other 62 genders.
Not only is this hateful, but it’s also factually incorrect. My roommate was a pansexual (only attracted to pots and pans) and died from COVID trying to escape our apartment. I had our front door welded shut for the lockdowns and Twilight jumped out the window. The dreaded virus took Xe’s life seconds after impact.
But was even one Covid death attributed to a pansexual? No. It was counted as a “woman”. How would they know? I live on the 56th floor. No one could tell the gender of that splat (Miss you, Twi! Kisses!!!)
The exclusion doesn’t stop there. My sister–who’s a boy, worked with a SixFlagsexual (only experiences sexual arousal at Six Flags–but not the one in Buffalo, but was ironically considering transitioning into a Buffalosexual) died of COVID while being tackled and tased by twelve security guards at Six Flags. But do the records show a SixFlagsexual death? No.
So what’s going on? COVID is such a progressive disease. It dutifully stands down during BLM riots and once you sit down at restaurants. Why is it being all Ted Cruisy with the genders?
I think I’m at the point where I need to say something shocking. Something that many liberals wouldn’t dare say.
I don’t like COVID anymore.
There. I said it. The exclusiveness was too much. I know my dead roommate would agree with me. I will always have a piece of Twilight close to me. And the city should’ve cleaned that accident up better because there’s still pieces of Xe everywhere.
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