And so it’s true, but I was clumsily trying make a point that can only be made by a metaphor. Maybe the English language is not capable of answering absurdity like this. There it is. If transgender (such a stupid meaningless word) can tell us what makes a family, then anything can mean anything. Words mean nothing and our language is vain. A dog’s bark, an owl’s hoot, or scratching on a chalkboard might as well be our language. Whatever we feel like they’re saying, or want them to say, is what they say.
I believe your original point was well made. My dog just tells the truth, though not particularly eloquently. :)