i never, ever thought another man could love me. not like this. i was convinced for years that being trans meant that i was unloveable and undesirable.
but you know that post that goes, “all i want is a partner who is way out of my league but thinks that i’m way out of their league and we’ll live together in perfect confused harmony with a dog”?
that’s us.
trans dudes who like dudes, especially if you’re young and feeling real hopeless–don’t worry, it’ll happen. you CAN find a man who loves you–gross, mushy, sappy love–who’ll nurse you through your surgeries, cook dinner with you four or five times a week, whose body meshes just right against yours… who, years on, still stuns you with your shared vulnerability and trust, with his laugh, with how you can see the freckles in his eyes when your faces are pressed together; with how your skittish pulse slows in his arms, or that when you’re both half-asleep, he’ll press a kiss between your shoulderblades and pull you closer to him…
tl;dr: being a gay trans man doesn’t doom you to a life without love. hang in there.
update: it’s 2018. we’ve been together for 3.5 years and we’re now engaged. i have a job i love even though i don’t have enough hours and i’m getting bottom surgery this fall. i love my tiny gay family–this was our photo for our new year’s card (from last summer, my hair is to my shoulders now and i look dreamy as hell)–and it looks like winter is finally over and our apricot and nectarine trees are blooming and the garlic shoots in our garden are tall and so green and there’s daffodils in the backyard. i’m going to plant roses and some forsythia in the front once we get married.
true love is real, y’all. don’t count yourself out just for being trans.
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