My TransGentry Newfound Pronouns

In these socially enlightened times it seems everyone and his brother is coming out with a new identity. We’re rife with transformations. Who knew?

But why now? Have we always had men who are really women and women who are really men, and just not noticed? Apparently so. And woe to any bigot or non-woke individual who speaks out contrariwise.

Most people agree that adults have the right to transform themselves in a way that makes their life better. And why not? More power to them.

But sadly the postmodernist thinking that’s used to justify this seemingly new world order is seen by many to have gone too far. How far?

So far that reality as we used to know it in the pre-woke days is no longer real. Yes that’s right, no longer real. The idea that there’s an objective reality independent of human beings is dismissed by postmodernists as a kind of naive realism.¹ Naive as in “simple minded.” Naive as in “un-woke.”

So what is real, you might ask? Apparently nothing is really real except what you feel is real. You know, your lived experience,² man. It’s not about the facts, it’s about you making sense of your experiences. It’s all socially constructed.

It’s all socially constructed

Really? I wondered. It’s all socially constructed? So what happens when I throw my hat into the it’s all socially constructed ring.

Turns out I’m transgentry.

All my life I’ve felt like I was something different, maybe even something special. When I look in the mirror, I see a worker, a common man. But deep down inside I know there’s more to me than what’s shown in the mirror. Deep down inside of me I see a king. Yes, I’m a king born in a worker’s body. I’ve felt this way all my life.

And indeed my ’lived experience’ tells me it must be so. For example, I truly enjoy it when people (of any class) wait on me and bring me things. They might not appreciate the gaping disparity in our respective social classes, but I do, and I wish them well.

Gentry dysphoria

But I don’t need to flaunt my greatness. I am what I am regardless of what society thinks about me. So why reveal my gentry dysphoria now, after years of living like a peasant and making do?

The answer is simple: newfound pronouns.

In these socially malleable times one may now demand that a pronoun serve at the pleasure of a given participant. In truth, failure to do so may even be considered oppressive.³

Pronouns

A pronoun is a word that refers to a participant in a discourse. For example, she said this, or he said that, or they are coming over for dinner.

Pronouns used to be self-evident. For example:

• he
• she
• him
• her
• himself
• herself
• they
• them

Now we have ‘gender neutral’ and ‘gender inclusive’ pronouns, such as:

• ve
• ze
• xem
• xyr
• perself
• verself
• humself

And there are many more (What are the 78 Gender pronouns?). Language, as you know, evolves.⁴

The problem is that demands to use certain words by the language police (or by anyone else for that matter) are of course bad form and extremely annoying.

Nevertheless, some people still cloyingly insist on the use of their new and improved personal pronouns. When that happens, here are mine.

Preferred gentry pronoun (PGP)

Whilst in my presence you may call me YourHighness or YourMajesty.

For example, HisHighness said this, or my liege said that, or HisMajesty is coming over for dinner.

At all other times, YourHighness will do.

We have spoken.