I was reading the local free LGBT newspaper the other day. Funny that I would never even really consider reading the local regular newspaper because I get any updates I would want on current events online, but when I see this LGBT paper out in front of the grocery store I always grab it to see what’s in there.
Flipping through it, I came across an article about a little French cafe nearby that Sarah and I have often talked about checking out. The article was specifically about the fact that the place has developed a reputation for being very trans friendly. Because of that, even though it’s a nice restaurant and not just a corner bar, it’s really starting to be considered a trans hangout. The article talked about how unusual that is. You might see a place that is specifically welcoming to gay men, or specifically welcoming to lesbians, but it’s nice to finally see a place that is specifically welcoming to trans people.
I showed the article to Sarah and told her that we really ought to go now that I know they are trans friendly. I made the comment that I like supporting places that support my lifestyle. Sarah responded, “You mean your trans lifestyle?”
I said, “Well maybe not necessarily trans, but cross dressing at least.”
She said, “I think it’s cute how you like to deny that you’re trans.” She said this with a smile on her face, and I knew she was just being playful with me, not antagonistic or anything like that.
I responded, equally playfully, that it sounded almost like she wanted me to be trans.
She asked me if I wanted her honest answer and of course I said yes. She said she has no control over how I identify myself, but she would not only be supportive of me if I came out as trans, but she would also find it really sexy.
I guess this didn’t completely surprise me since she’d been hinting at the idea of me being trans almost as long as we’ve been dating. It was mostly playful joking, but there always seemed to be an undercurrent of truth to it.
I said to her, “If I were to come out as trans and want to dress in women’s clothes in public all the time, you wouldn’t have any problem with that?”
She said, “None whatsoever.”
There was some silence, and then I finally said, “I don’t really know how to come out.”
Big smile from her. She said, “It’s the sort of thing you do at your own pace. Coming out to yourself is the first step.”
The conversation seemed to end there, but that night as we were getting into bed and I put on my pink pajamas, she said, “You’re such a cute transgirl in your pj’s.”
I immediately liked hearing her say that. I said to her, “Can you refer to me as your transgirl more often?”
She promised she would.
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