Patrick Bateman has a gender identity crisis at the Brookeheaven club @ 12:30pm

Bloodgender

Music was pounding- but so was my head. The club was too loud, too explosive- just as my gender was exploding. He/him? She/her? They/them? No- nothing fit.

I needed the bathroom.
"Hey, Paul, I'm going to the bathroom. Hold my drink, ok?" I leave my boyfriend and hurry to the- men's or woman's room? Wait-there's three doors. Men- woman- or... bloodgender?

There's a little sign on the door, reading: only people with blood/bloodself, knife/knifeself, Paul/Paul self, Dorsia/Dorsiaself, business/card pronouns can enter.

Am I dreaming? I'm creaming! I step in- and I almost faint. My gender dysphoria is gone!
"I found it... my pronouns!" I yell in joy. "Ok- time to kill a poor person, to celebrate ."