It changes, but this is my current go to response when confronted by unmoored from reason transgender advocacy:
You may like birds, you may like birds so much you start acting like a bird until indeed at some point you come to think that you are actually a bird and begin insisting that people who know better start calling you a bird if they wish not to offend your soft neo-avian soul - but if you jump out that window the pavement you eventually splatter against is scientific fact telling you you’re not a bird. Sure, you’re free to live in denial of that reality if you want, that’s your business - but what most decidedly isn’t your business is the right to force me out that window with you.
