A genderqueer tumblr blogger is at the supermarket, having used up her daily allotment of social interaction on making the dangerous trek through crowds of people. The cashier has just begun scanning their items, and says “Did you find everything alright, miss?”
The genderqueer is triggered, their Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome (self-diagnosed of course, but the medical system is run by white cis people so don’t say self-diagnoses isn’t valid) bringing up other horrible times in their lives when complete strangers didn’t read their mind and find out what pronoun they preferred today. They note their own forehead veins did not throb Anime-style, making a mental note to make a post about how ableist Anime artists are too people who don’t have veins close to the surface.
“YOU TRIGGERED ME! DIE CIS SCUM!” They say, and stab the cashier with a knife. Blood is everywhere, and he succumbs to the stabbing wound in his chest.
The other shoppers and cashiers look on in horror, as the genderqueer turns to them, empowered. Something dark and terrible begins to flicker in the genderqueer’s eyes.
“Cis people, if you aren’t scum, you have nothing to fear.” And the blogger smiles as the screams begin.
“But what are cis people?” One of the scum says as she is murdered.
The genderqueer says “It’s not my job to educate you.”