The Servant's Quarters

Signs of the times, but I still find them surprising and a bit unsettling.

Yesterday, when I gave blood at the Red Cross, they asked me a brand new question. Actually, it was a new version of an old question -

"What gender were you when you were born?"

I stared at the nurse blankly for a few seconds. I didn't know what to say. She finally prompted me, "Male...?" Yes, I said. I was born a male. And as near as I can tell, it's been a lifelong habit.

Also, Isaac had a doctor's appointment yesterday. Since it's been a long time since his last visit and he's at a different stage of life now, he had to answer a ton of questions. He shared one of them with me later that evening at church -

"Are you attracted to boys, girls, or both?"

Political correctness grows with no end in sight.

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