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- In a world that both desexualizes and hypersexualizes transfeminine people, I am desperate to find companionship and touch.
- One might even call him dreamy. It was a match made in heaven. Or it could’ve been, until he ghosted me.
- It’s not like my standards are that high to begin with. As someone who has spent the greater part of a decade being sexually neglected because I don’t perform gender properly, my standards are comically low. You don’t have to be talented to get in my pants. You don’t have to be charming or funny or witty or able to make great conversation to make me fall for you. You don’t have to have a well-furnished apartment or a beautiful house in order to take me home. Just tell me that you don’t believe in the gender binary, let me know that you want to put it in, and I am pretty much yours.
- You could say that I am desperate — because I am. In a world that both desexualizes and hypersexualizes transfeminine people and treats us like street garbage, I am desperate to find companionship and touch.
- Even the most enlightened pansexual boys can turn into ghosts.