I identify as spaghettio-gender, my pronouns are raviolhe and raviolhim. People say to me that a person being spaghetti is impossible and I’m ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ retarded but I don’t care, I’m having a plastic surgeon install a stove and a large pot, a bottle of marinara sauce, and two pounds of ground beef on my body. If you can’t accept me, you’re a pastaphobe and need to check your milled wheat privilege. Thank you.