I don't mind it so much for myself. I'm grown. I can handle the loathing. I'm used to it. It's the young that are suffering the most, those that barely have time to figure out who they are before people are demanding to know what they are.
We call ourselves Evos. Sad to think that started out as agency slang but has evolved into both a slur and an identity marker.
Oh, several. I made a rather nasty habit of people trying to kill me for a few years there.