Curate, connect, and discover
I just remembered a time in seventh grade right after I cut my hair short when some random transphobic kid on my bus decided to strike up a conversation and I was just tired and done with his shit, so it went something like this.
Him: are you a boy or a girl?
Me: I'm a girl, I use she/her pronouns
Him: okay but like, are you *really*? Like, what's... down there?
Me: Are you asking to see my pussy? Because it sounds like you want to see my pussy.
Needless to say, the other kids laughed at him, and he shut the fuck up. I still am proud of that comeback, but also, goddamn I was a *feral* little twelve year old.