The Disclosure and Barring Service is the UK's "check if this person wanting to work with young/vulnerable people is a wrong'un" safeguarding mechanism. I've been getting DBS checks for decades.
I never had a problem until I became Officially Trans.

Suddenly, it's gone all Sisyphean on me.

Omg I think I’m female to malevolent

I, on the other hand, have done a shit load of said malarkey. I don't identify as a man, but as long as whoever I'm talking to has grasped "not a she" I couldn't give 2 shits where else they put me on the gender spectrum. He, they, "yer one": it's all good.

A friend of mine coined "gendermeh" a few years ago: as a way to describe their being *technically* "cis" - but only because they couldn't be arsed with all the coming out, changing pronouns, dealing with the GIC malarkey.

Ah the famous mnemonic:
"Rizzle Frizzle
Laydon Haydon."

3 days since I wrote to you

Said I ate all the plums

But hey, what are you gonna do?

Yesterday you just smiled at me:

So sweet, so cold.

I hope that you'll forgive me.

Aaaaaaaaahhh! But you forgot the visual effects!
(Thanks for the polycule-friendly costume inspiration, @dropoutpresents.bsky.social 🫶🏻)

Update: I am pleased to report that our household is now using "Unfanny Valley" as an epithet when encountering terrible AI porn ads. 😂

Anyway come see my show!

I'm not saying that this "SPOOOOOKY" phenomenon can't be explained by the fact that British train companies are unbelievably shit, mind you.