MY. MY EFFING. MY HECKING PASTOR CALLED ME "HIM" AND "SIR" TODAY. AND HE KNOWS I'M TRANS. Little backstory: my parents and I go to the same church, and there's a lot of old-timers there and it's a Baptist church (I guess? Either way it's *one of those* churches). My mom initially was the one who wanted me to start meeting with him one-on-one bi-weekly, and I've been since late January (she thought he'd be more like her, try to jam it into my head that I'm *not actually trans* and "see the light" or whatever). BUT HOLY SHIT. Today I was a lot more vulnerable talking to him, and I talked to him about how female pronouns bother me, and about how I'm planning to get top surgery asap cause I'm losing my mind. And somewhere in the shuffle here he lightheartedly called me "sir" which was flippin amazing. But the real kicker was at the end when he was praying over me (as he usually does) and he said "her," but then corrected himself to "him" and I was like OH MY GOD. Yup. The first time a physically present human who I know personally that knows I'm trans has called me a male pronoun. My heart is soaring!