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When I was a kid I had a series of dreams that involved Immature. You know, that baby boy band starring Roger from “Sister, Sister”?
Anyway, my dreams usually involved group member LDB (Little Drummer Boy) singing “Never Lie” to me in the tree that stood in front of my window.
Since then, I’ve sat across many men on dates and wondered what their fantasies were. By then mine always involved them really liking me and me playing the distant, mysterious girl they couldn’t quite figure out.
Really it was more about me not getting too close. Because if I got too close, you see, I’d have to tell him my “T”.
Oh, I keep forgetting you may not be the T so you may not know my T or what T is at all.
My T is basically my story. My story being that I’m a young woman who happens to be transgender. Still not getting it?
I was born a girl but in a boy’s body, as media headlines tend to scream when telling stories like mine.
Being trans, I’ve grown up with the understanding that most women are born girls, yet some are born boys. And most men are born boys, yet some are born girls. And if you’re ready for this, some people are born girls or boys and choose to identify outside of our society’s binary system, making them genderqueer.
Regardless, I was born me and in order to be me, I had to take many steps to affirm my me to myself, my family, the world around me and then once I dealt with my gender change as a teenager, to the men I dated.
And this is where it gets tricky, and for some trans women, even dangerous.
