I didn't take that label anymore than I did autistic, ginger, or homo sapien.
I drug you into it?
No, you drug yourself into it. If I drug you into I would have looked like an absolute idiot this morning arguing while going down the road next to some wanker who cut me off and was mad I honked at him. He put his window down to flip me off and matched my speed and drove right next to me just to try to yell at me (my window was up because it was cold). I was getting mad at this point, but I would have had to have dragged myself into something trivial, not worth it and not something I wanted dragged into.
No, I didn't drag you into anything, and it's certainly not because I used a commonly accepted word that describes who you are. I've been saying you are a male, you've always been male and you don't deny or doubt you're male and you are getting your panties in a wad over it.
Then why are you here? Why not go and quit pretending like you know better than the physicians and therapists who treat gender dysphoria? Why not bow out and leave it to the pros?