In case it wasn’t clear enough, as long as you’re a decent person and aren’t harming or exploiting anybody or perpetuating dangerous ideas, I don’t care how “weird” you are. I don’t care if you’ve got a fursona of a giant goblin shark with 50 tits that squirt chocolate sauce or you write erotic fiction about digimon slowly transforming into gumball machines. So what. Rational, mature adults don’t look down on people for ultimately harmless quirks.
Now, if you’re being an awful person, like, I dunno, maybe you describe autistic people as “nature’s clowns,” or perhaps you think it’s fair to profile Muslims as potential terrorists or maybe you think it’s just peachy-keen innocent fun to sexualize teenage girls, THEN we’ll talk about me making fun of you. (And I will)
I don’t care if they got a body like Nicki Minaj with their boobs pushed up to their chin and wear more pink and ruffles than a unicorn in a tutu. If they tell you they’re nonbinary, then they’re fucking nonbinary.
I don’t care if he’s got the highest, prettiest voice and wears dresses and pink glittery nail polish and high heels. If he tells you he’s a boy, then he’s a fucking boy.
I don’t care if she looks like the Hulk and talks like Morgan Freeman and has a beard to rival Thor and the hairiest chest and legs ever and wears a suit. If she tells you she’s a girl, then she’s a fucking girl.