I’m dang decent at crafting words. I speak not of arranging them in a grammatically and aesthetically acceptable manner but manufacturing them out of the blue, with no expectation of acceptance or reiteration by readers. One might therefore think I would be readily accepting of others who likewise formulate words. Usually, yes, until I run into the suggested dictionary of the LGBTQ community – a fine group, though inclined to flights of creative fancy when crafting their street speak.

Last week, I was taken to mild task by a couple, uh, folx who suggested my column can be intrinsically sexist.