Random rant on interactions with non-binary people

 

Hey. Sorry I haven’t written in so long. It’s not that I don’t want to, I do. I just have a really hard time making time, and then when I have a little time often I don’t feel good and don’t want to do anything besides lay down in bed and be quiet. That’s kinda how I feel right now so this post might be short.

 

So… a few years ago, I was working at a group home for young women, and one of the girls there told me she was non-binary. So. I accepted her and loved her, and she’s a sweet girl. But. I didn’t understand non-binary.

I knew she had gender dysphoria. I don’t know what has happened between social media showing people what it means to be a man or a woman is, and a jacked up education system aiding the confusion. There are some people who sincerely struggle with this. But. I think it’s rare, and there’s a lot more social contagion to it than anything.

She would not like that I’m calling her a she right now. But she is definitely a she, even though she’s taking hormones.

She also has rejected Christianity and embraced witchcraft, Satanic witchcraft. My heart breaks for her. When I mentioned the word hell she got defensive and said it was emotionally manipulative. I’m not really sure what to do when you can’t tolerate the truth.

That was back in 2018 I think. Fast forward to today. I’m working at an ice cream and fudge shop, and two of my co-workers happen to be non-binary/trans, and another co-worker is openly gay and hostile to Christianity. It’s a weird place to be. If there were a ton of employees, there are only 10 of us.

If you want to pretend you’re something you’re not, it’s your life. But, I’m not comfortable with the whole pronoun issue.

Two co-workers pulled me aside to tell me what their pronouns were.

One of the girls, yes, both of these people are women, had a serious panic attack in the store the other week. I know she had recently started taking hormones. She didn’t tell the medics that came when we called 911. It infuriates me.

This whole transgender nonsense infuriates me. It is like a sickening lie born out of perversion. And good grief it’s a cancer that’s spreading all over the place! 

 

I had a prayer/deliverance session with a woman from my church back in November. It’s really cool, because she will pray and hear God talking to her, and then she will share what God is saying. (Prophetess.) She told me God is sad that I don’t like myself, that when I hate myself I’m putting up a wedge between us. He loves me, he loves my smile, my hair, everything. So I repented of that real quick.

 

The truth stands to apply to anyone. When you hate who God created you to be, you are wedging yourself against God. If you are a woman who hates being a woman and tries to be a man, you’re distancing yourself from God. Your self hatred is a self isolation from your creator.

I think this is why my friend has rejected Christianity. Her non-binary identity, her self hatred of herself as a girl, meant more to her than Jesus. She believed too many lies.

I’ve had a hard time relating to her and have really avoided talking to her much the past year ish, because I don’t know how to respond to when she’s talking about demons. I’m supposed to visit her at the end of the month, but I’m kinda nervous to.

As far as co-workers go, I’m going to try to just use names and no pronouns at all, and if it comes up I guess I will just have to say I’m uncomfortable with pronouns. I don’t think they want me to go off on a rant, sheesh I think I could. It is interesting though, I think all of us co-workers get along because we’re all nice to each other, but we don’t get too deep with each other.

 

I am going to try to write more often than once every 6 months. I promise. But I don’t know if I can even commit to once a week. We’ll see.