"saying humans are born with either a penis or vagina isn't a hateful statement against people."
It absolutely is hateful to hermaphrodites, clearly saying they aren't human. Use the qualifier "usually" or "almost always".

"As for gender being something different than sex, if you define it that way"
No, you said that. I'm saying all the physical attributes of gender are changeable besides the brain, and many humans with male gonads have female brains, and vice versa. Today, gonads can be surgically changed, so where is gender? I argue it's in the brain, which today can't be changed.
Gender is different from sexuality, clearly, no?
Edit: I guess I do think gender is different from "sex", if sex is determined solely by your gonads.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_and_gender_distinction
....as to who cares about gender....the bigoted bakers do. ;-)

We're talking perceived race, gender, sexuality, ethnic group, as identified by the discriminating individuals. They don't DNA scan or brain scan customers before serving (or denying) them, they react based on perception.

Skin color, that's totally changeable. Never heard of spray tans or bleach? Try watching Eddie Murphy's 'White like me'.

Odd you might argue against perception being the measure, since you seemed to argue that gays could be perceived as acceptably heterosexual by not acting on their uncontrollable urges and desires, bypassing the bigoted discrimination, essentially by lying.

Again it's about perceived ethnicity, not actual genetic heritage. Like you say, your actual heritage is unidentifiable by strangers, so less important to this discussion of public business discrimination.
If I want my wedding cake for me and Chris, and I wear my pink paisley silk shirt, leather chaps, choker, and heavy makeup to buy it that doesn't make me gay but the bigot baker would still deny me because he would assume I was.

That was duking awesome!!!
*promote the hell out of straight Freddie Mercury rocking that silk paisley hard.
He's totally still got it.

Catchy tune too.

Well, from the look of it, I'd guess it injects some sort of hallucinogenic drug into your bloodstream that makes clock faces appear on carpets and paisley shirts and such.

Well, I watched the whole thing.

It's official. I am vanilla in a world where others are paisley.

What the holy heck was that/??!!!??

*discuss

DOH?!

Is this an eat my shorts?

First it's a dupeof, then it's not? What paisley elephant in the room, I painted a donkey on it, okay?

So many practical household uses as well...

Pesky door to door solicitors...Jehovah's Witnesses...trimming the verge...

Choices of colors? Make mine paisley please.

And Christmas is coming up.

paisley please.

I used to hump my pillow at night.
The type of silent prayer to help myself prepare for the light.
Me and my cousin Duce would rank the girls between one and ten
and the highest number got to be my pillows pretend.
Now I apologize to every high ranker.
But you taught me how to dream and so I also thank you.
I never had the courage to approach you at school.
We joked around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool.
But I was just covering up all the insecurities that came bubbling up.
My complexion had
me stuck in an emotional rut, 'like the time you Flavor Flaved me and you called me
"Yo Chuck, they say
you're too black, man".
I think I'm too black.
Mom, do you think I'm too black? I think I'm too black.
Black Stacey.
They called me Black Stacey.
I never got to be myself 'cause to
myself I always was Black Stacey, in polka dots
and paisley, a double goose
and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.
I was Black Stacey.
the preachers' son from Haiti
who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.
I was Black Stacey.
you thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid.

I used to use bleaching creme, 'til Madame CJ Walker walked into my dreams.
I dreamt of being white and
complimented by you, but the only shiny black thing that you liked was my shoes.
Now, I apologize for bottling up
all the little things you said that warped my head and my gut.
Even though I always told you not to
brag about the fact that your great grand
mother was raped by her slave master. Yeah, I became
militant too.
So it was clear on every level I was blacker than you.
I turned you on to Malcolm X and
Assata Shakur in my three quarter elephant goose with the fur.
I had the high top fade
with the steps on the side.
I had the two finger ring, rag top on the ride.
I had the sheep skin, name
belt, Lee suit, Kangol, acid wash Vasco, chicken and waffle.

Black Stacey.
They called me Black Stacey.
I never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was Black Stacey, in polka dots
and paisley, a double goose and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.
I was Black Stacey. the preachers'
son from Haiti who
rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.
I was Black Stacey.
Youthought it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid.

Now here's a little
message for you.
All you baller playa's got
some insecurities too, that you could cover up, bling it up, cash in
and ching ching it up, hope no
one will bring it up, lock it down and string it up.
Or you can share your essence with us, 'cause everything about you couldn't be rugged
and ruff.
And even though you tote a
glock and you're hot on the
streets, if you dare to share your heart, we'll nod our heart to
its beat.
And you should do that, if nothing else, to prove
that a player like you could keep it honest and true. Don't mean to call your bluff but
mothafucka that's what I do.
You got platinum chain
then, son, I'm probably talking to you.
And you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of your crew.
And while you're at it get them addicts and the indigent too. I plan to have a whole army
by the time that I'm through to load their guns with songs they haven't sung.

*promote

The terrorist scarf is not "paisley," it is "houndstooth" or maybe "guncheck," if you prefer. I'll take Krispy Kreme over DD any day.

I expect it of the right wing nuts to complain about anything that could possibly be considered in any way maybe to be anything to do with something that might conceivably be seen to be in some way related to something like an object that in half light be thought of as similar to or pertaining to another object that might have been bought in a shop that the owner maybe once saw an object that was a little bit like something that someone who believes in a god other than their own once considered wearing but decided against because it was a bit warm outside.

But it STUNNED me to hear that DD caved. I mean FUCKING HELL, they ACTUALLY PULLED THE AD! What kind of horrendously stupid pandering to the extremists is this? Oh yes, she's wearing a paisley scarf, we apologize, that was horrible of us... horrible.

Why would you even do this from a marketing standpoint? It's SO OBVIOUSLY NOT supporting anything other than their terrible brand of iced drinks (or something) that if you left it up only the absolute nuttiest of nuts would be offended and the rest of the sane world would come to your website to see what the nuts were complaining about, and therefore give you oodles of publicity.

It is Utterly, UTTERLY disgusting that they pulled the ad, utterly.

Right wing nuts have all the right in the world to complain that they think that it's supporting terrorists who enjoy iced beverages, but the rest of us should be more than allowed to tell them 'Good for you whackjob, you spend you entire life LOOKING for evil signs of terrorists everywhere, we'll continue actually living our lives and ignoring you, thanks'.

FUCK.

Oh, and I agree with the comments that having a sidekick talking into a radio style mike... come on, that's pretty darn lame.

man why can't they make psychedelic wallpaper like they did in the old days????
that paisley stuff is frikkkin awesome.....how did wallpaper become so damn ugly???