After 5 hours of strenuous, sweaty, labor, a woman finally gives birth. Her red, crying face smiles weakly as the doctor presents her child to her. “Congratulations, he’s a boy!” says the doctor.
The woman sits up suddenly, her soaked hair falling over her shoulders. “YOU CISSEXIST PIECE OF SHIT!” she screams at the doctor. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN HE’S A BOY? HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE IDENTIFIES AS? DID HE FUCKING TELL YOU? REALLY?” She throws a punch at the doctor, knocking his glasses off his stunned face. “CHECK YOUR PRIVELEGE, YOU BASTARD!” she yells as she rips the IV out of her arm, hops out of bed, snatches the baby from the nurse, and storms out of the hospital.
I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.