Recently I took a trip to visit my sister, whose house I rarely go to due to some previous issues with someone else staying there. With my sister and her boyfriend, I met a woman again whom I had met before—for this, let's call her Mary. Mary and I started to talk and somehow our conversation shifted into the LGBTQ+ side of my own personal life, to which I am and always have been open and willing to explain about. As an openly gay transmale, I always aim to teach and better help others understand the LGBTQ+ Lifestyle. I have and will most likely always have to put up with a few complete haters who use either religion or science or other means to try to justify their hate for different individuals. Mary and I were quite deep into a conversation when she said something that made me think, this woman is an ally. She said she had had a nephew who had transitioned and was now a full-fledged woman. She had asked about my transition period, which is still currently undergoing. Our conversation carried on and Mary had been doing so well into making me think she was 100 percent into being an LGBTQ+ ally. Then Mary said, "I will never call him by the name he renamed himself. He will always be (Insert random name)!"
When I say stray cat, your mind probably wonders to the perhaps the cat you feed on the back deck or the cat you pass by on the street every day on your way to work, but when I say feral cat your mind probably thinks of a mangy looking creature that is the posterchild for being a crazed monster cat. But again this is your mind playing tricks on you. Even demons come in the cutest wrappers.
As soon as you hear the would pit bull most people immediately jump on the bandwagon about how they are aggressive dogs, they bite and so on, but so does the innocent little Jack Russell or Husky. So what the deal with the double sided effect of dogs?