This whole movement reminds me of the most tedious aspect of parenting toddlers - the constant demands to play "let's pretend", which is really boring (the ability of the average toddler to sustain a let's pretend narrative which could engage the imagination of an adult is pretty low, and they constantly shift the goal posts with cries of "no, you're doing it wrong mummy...") But with toddlers, they're really cute so you put up with it, and you know it's a necessary developmental phase.
With goths, emo, punk, etc. adults not only rolled their eyes and muttered "kids today", they were expected, as adults, to roll their eyes and mutter "kids today". This gender as "sparkly special soul which fluctuates on an hourly basis between being pink and smooth shaven and blue and manly" shite is infuriating precisely because we're expected to get in the play pen with the narcissistic over-grown toddlers.
We now have people being told they ought to start work meetings by swapping pronouns, on pain of disciplinary action in the workplace. New York and Canada (a whole country gone bat-shit crazy) have legally sanctioned fines for misgendering. Instead of doing the sane thing when someone announces they want to be called "Xie and xir", which is simply say "that's nice dear" and get on with life, we're now expected to remember all these daft made up words or "face the consequences" - and these consequences can be real world ones which matter. All to validate some daft numpty's post-adolescent rebellion.
For the record, souls do not exist. There is no reality behind this supposed internal sense of gender, which can be in the wrong body or suspended somewhere between "maleness" and "femaleness" or switching between the two. It is a fiction, just like the idea of eternal souls which get reincarnated in new bodies or go to heaven (delete depending on your preferred flavour of god-bothering), or the idea that bread and wine gets turned into the body and blood of Christ when the priest says the magic words over them. There is only the material reality of our sexed bodies, and people's individual personalities.
My pronouns are "fuck", "off" and "grow up".