There’s the seaside postcard transphobe
At their bawdy best
Please don’t take me seriously
It was only said in jest
Then there’s the sporting transphobe
The level playing field type
You can’t give back the muscles
Their explanatory gripe
The old school transphobe’s prone to say
It wasn’t like that in my day
When men were men and men were best
And you can probably guess the rest
And almost none were gay
Like the won’t-think-about-it transphobe
Who just doesn’t understand
It used to be so simple
You’re a woman or you’re a man
And the it’s-just-common-sense transphobe
Because everything’s binary
Two eyes, two ears, two hands, two feet
Just common sense you see
And then the internet transphobe
The Rowlings and Linehans
Dead name campaigns are their domain
Denying that your trans
Pick your type, there’s more than two
And each demands to have a say
You might call it a spectrum
Which transphobe will you meet today?