when the sun rides high in the sky on the morrow, I shall truly put my pen to the paper and fashion a composition of the lavender variety so that my lecturer of philosophical class can gaze into the faculty of my consciousness and see why I believe those brought into this existence in unsuitable physique should have the right to use lavatories which they judge content
translation: tomorrow at noon, I am gonna write a research paper on why trans people should be allowed to use the proper bathrooms for my philosophy class and i’m gonna purple prose the shit out of it.