Misgendering?
If I walk into a restaurant and find a he that is really a she (or vice versa) - I spin on my heels and go back to the exit - like the time in Chicago when I entered a sandwich shop - the guy serving customers has wires and antennas stuck into every orifice on his face. Uh uh, no way am I going to let “that” touch food intended to enter my body.
They can harass television personalities like Phil Robertson and restaurants like Chick-Fil-it, but the bottom line is that it is morally conscious customers like you and I that are the ultimate decision makers. We vote with our wallets and the ownership notices.
That freaky stapled guy wasn’t there the next time I walked by that shop, though I never went back in. If the owner could hire something like that to work his front counter, no telling what monstrosity’s he has in back.
You just gotta love these made-up words.