When I came out the first time, pointing out my gender wasn’t on the radar. What good are words when standing in front of someone is obvious, right? If this rings true to you, congrats I guess. Not everyone has that previlige.
The second time I came out, it was to myself. And it began with realizing my pronouns. That they weren’t anything masculine, they weren’t “male.” I was Assigned Male At Birth (or AMAB), but that didn’t align with my brain or how I felt inside or anything. For Female, replace the M with F. I haven’t stopped coming since then. That has gone on for nearly ten years.
Speaking a certain set of words aloud can give you power, more energy. Or as the drag performing community puts it, “gives me life.”
To state ones pronouns is to break a preconceived notion about you. An assumption is broken by the foremost expert: you.
I present male. Some would even call me “masculine.” But that’s not how I see myself. I am adjusting my own view of myself to reveal the truest “self” imaginable.
So what might be my “gay agenda” with correcting pronouns? The serious answer: nothing, because I am an adult who knows how I should be addressed (m’lady is my preferred way of address in case you’re wondering).

My joke answer: to see absolute chaos and bring down capitalism. Coming out was such a serious process that I no longer want to take anything serious again.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words have weight, too. It doesn’t matter what generation someone is from. I take someone seriously when they introduce themself.
And yes, “they” is perfectly valid to describe a known and unknown subject. Most of the time we are not writing formal essays. But it’s good sense to be formal enough and use the proper pronouns.
Thank you for sticking with this stream of consciousness. This isn’t a review, and may not be a true blog. But if nothing else, please take someone seriously when we state our pronouns after our names. Words have power. And with that power comes the responsibility to get pronouns right.