Kanimir is, as he often is, sitting in his library enjoying a book on magic and pondering theoretical innovation. He has an idea; he writes it down. It probably won't pan out, most of them don't, but it might.
"Why? It seems so - rich. Granted I haven't seen much of it but you've invented so many things and still can't -?"
"Oh, god, I could give you a whole lecture on why the world sucks--it's a distribution problem, mostly, the vast majority of the wealth is in the hands of a few people and they'd do just about anything rather than part with a fraction of it to make sure the people on the very bottom get fed and clothed and housed and so on."
"--Uh, sometimes someone's born with the genitals associated with the opposite gender, and sometimes people aren't a man or a woman at all, and sometimes they're both, and transphobia is the insistence that people who do anything other than go 'Okay, this is what my crotch looks like, I guess that's what gender I am' are doing something wrong. Or rather 'okay, this is what my crotch looked like when I was born,' sometimes people get surgery to change what genitals they have."