Heya. I’m AlexVairtereLLC.

I realize that my name, my penchant for vagueness, and my style of self-presentation can all be confusing. So let me start over.

Heya. I’m AlexVairtereLLC, and my pronouns are hit/ler.

Now I know what you’re thinking.

You’re thinking, why didn’t I say those were my preferred pronouns?

Well, because that’s hurtful. Maybe you’re now thinking, “Yeah, but not as hurtful as that guy gassing jews and other marginalized peoples!” But that’s just your privilege showing. Let me say it as gently and politely as I can–but you don’t get to be judgmental about how hurtful things are to me.

I read it in Seventeen magazine. Read it for yourself.

My pronouns are not a preference. There is no choice or option about them.

My pronouns are a fact.

I was born this way.

I deserve to identify however I want, and to just be who I am.

Add that all up, divide by zero, and just be nice to me. It’s so easy. It takes more muscles to frown you know.

Before you say, “Oh that Alex. She sure loves her coffee,” just think of how that misgendering might make me feel.

And say instead: “Oh that Alex. Hit sure loves ler coffee”.

It really is just that simple. (But do please make an effort to pronounce it all clearly, so you don’t sound like you’re from West Virginia, ’cause people will just laugh, for all the worst reasons.)

Thank you for hearing me. I feel validated.

As a token of my gratitude, let me share another article. I read this one in Cosmo.

It could be very helpful to you if you are trying to discover the existing truth about your own pronouns.

Maybe you’re a ze/zir. Maybe you’re an ey/em. Maybe a Mx … or maybe just maybe, you too are an out and proud hit/ler like me. I want you to feel comfortable with any of those facts, if they are your facts.

Every one of us is entitled to our own facts, and understanding that is a critical step in working toward a real Revolution in social justice–something that will make a far bigger difference than which Republicrat or Demican ends up being Speaker of the House, or President, that’s for sure.

Take that one to the bank, walk up to the counter, and before you cash it, ask the twelve-buck-an-hour non-union Tellerperson how they prefer to identify.

Little everyday things like that can mean so much, especially to the poor and oppressed!