People Assume I Want A Cis Woman, But I Remember My First Relationship. When We Met In A Kiss, And She

people assume I want a cis woman, but I remember my first relationship. when we met in a kiss, and she ran her hands up my shirt, feeling me. wishing she could have more of me. desperate for it. and it was beautiful. she wanted the body that I thought was a failure, worth nothing, and a mockery. to her it was perfect, because it was just like hers. and that connection is one of the best things about being trans.

but I'm supposed to want a cis woman because they're "the real deal". yeah, no thanks.