A thoughtful testimonial essay in the mainstream media on how a cisgender woman fell in love with her transman boyfriend. It’s a happy story, and I think this paragraph carried one of the most important messages.
As we talked, his identity stopped seeming like an obstacle. Instead, it felt like just another aspect of him, like the gold speckle in his left eye or the anchor tattooed on his left shoulder. Somewhere during a lull in conversation, he leaned in and kissed me. My stomach dropped as he pulled away. I didn’t want him to stop. And at that moment, any fears about his gender vanished.
This is similar to my relationship with my spouse, who has always said to me “You were always my girl, but I just loved you no matter what you looked like,” and that in the end my gender wasn’t the most critical thing for her. And I wish very much that every one of my transgender sisters and brothers can or has found someone who can feel the same way towards them.