One of my uncles texts me about birds periodically, which is sweet. But he calls a lot of finches and sparrows that he can’t tell apart “little gray birds,” which he shortens to LGBs. And every time I see it I have to grab my brain with both metaphorical hands like “no no, uncle is not being a trans exclusionist, he’s talking about sparrows.” It’s so jarring. He’s actually super supportive of queer people and has no idea that he’s constantly t-boning my cerebrum. XD