It’s been a little while, but I rode out on Tres this evening before Vespers. Tres is a horse of color who identifies with her biological gender as a mare. Tres is OK with people calling her “her” or “she”, that’s the kind of pronoun she goes by, at least for now. 
Tres also idolizes a white Stallion, called Whitey McPrivilege. Whitey feels, pretty aggressively I can tell you, that Tres belongs to him. Tres agrees and even seems to like it.
A Saddle on a Truck
I know. By now you’re probably feeling a bit sick at the sheer spectacle of this heteronormative, self-imposed cisgender stereotyping. What’s wrong with these horses, you’re asking. Good question, and I don’t know what’s got into them, but I do know that Whitey McPrivilege wasn’t there when we rode up on the herd.
Is Whitey Here?
They were all horses of color and Whitey wasn’t there. Tres was pretty upset, no kidding, so we ran back to the safe space of the barn, fast. Maybe she’d find Whitey there, thought Tres. No, she didn’t. Then we ran down to the big cow pasture. Was Whitey there? No, he wasn’t. Maybe someone had shot Whitey for being a hate-filed, misogynist gender fascist. Whatever, he wan’t there.
Where is Whitey?
Bereft of gender oppression, Tres posted back to the safe space, ate some grass and got turned out. So you see, readers, all six of you, everything turned out alright.
Ride on,