A right, cisgender man sits alone at a dining dining dining dining table, the radiance of their phone illuminating wide, darting eyes. HeвЂ™s visibly anxious. We walk in to see him before I am seen by him. He is studied by me. Our eyes secure. IвЂ™ll remember the deer-in-the-headlights look on their face.
IвЂ™m a transgender girl. We began speaking with this guy online. Continue reading “Trans Women Deserve To Be Loved Proudly. Straight Dudes, I Am Taking A Look At You.”