Cyd.

I don’t know if this is acceptable to post but, I’ll let you decide :) 

I can’t express my absolute admiration for this woman.. I’ve only ever met one woman in my life that is as strong, intelligent, mind-blowingly beautiful, and intoxicating - she’s my best friend. The only difference between Cyd and Leanne is.. Cyd gave me her heart and made me promise not to break it. 

I don’t think I’ve ever dreamt about someone as much as I have her. The way her hair must look in the sun, the taste of last nights cigarettes on her lips, the feeling of her fingers entwined in mine as we lay there and talk about everything and nothing. I’m infatuated beyond words, and the most beautiful thing about it all? I know she feels exactly the same way. To know someone craves you as much as you do them.. I’m not sure I could imagine anything better. 

Okay, so we’ve known each other just over a fortnight, never met (and she’s allergic to cats!) but should that matter? You know when you have a connection with someone, right? To spend every night begging the powers-that-be to bring you two together - surely that means something? To wake up every morning, hoping she’ll be online, or that I get to hear her voice just once. 

She writes with meaning, has a mind I could get lost in, a voice I could drown in. I get lost in her words and I know, in my heart, that this is what heaven feels like. I don’t care if she’s vegetarian, that she has the words “cunt power” tattooed upon her arm. I don’t even care that part of my family is going to hate her - she’s mine. My polygamous transgender princess, I wouldn’t lose you for the world.

I know she won’t see this, which is why I’m putting this here. I won’t say I’m ‘in love’, because after almost 3 weeks that sounds silly and childish. I adore her; every inch of her soul - but what I feel for her means more than those 4 letters ever will. I’m blown away by everything you are, and by the sheer feeling of ecstasy you can bestow upon me in a few words.  When I saw your profile - with just the one photo of you - I think I knew I needed you. Yet, I was too scared, too afraid, to send that message - to know there was a possibility that I was to be shot down. Yet, 4 days later, you messaged me with the sweetest, if not most awkward, introduction I’ve ever received. I can’t even describe the butterflies that blossomed - and they’re still there. With every message exchanged, Skype call, email, photo comment - these feelings grew and it feels like they’re trying to burst through my chest. “For all that you are mine, as I am yours.” Was the last line you wrote in that email; I don’t think I’ve ever believed a line more. 

As if by magic, you’ve drawn out parts of me I’ve hidden for so many years. My sexual submission, my emotional openness, a giggle I’ve never heard. You make me forget what it’s like to breathe, as if I’m starting all over again. We both know we’re not a conventional couple - the fat crippled nymphomaniac and the foul-mouthed trans lesbian nurse. But you know what? I don’t think I’ve ever been happier. When I finally get to hold you in my arms; to show you this is real… I’d stand at the edge of the world as it burns, if you’ll hold my hand. 

You have my heart; and I honestly believe you always will. 

Like you said: Lets be nothing, I hear it lasts forever. Right?

mtanais said: I am a smitten but overwhelmed bi 43yo cis gal in Montana, 1st time with a trans girl, a 22yo shy bi cutie (her 1st lesbian experience). looking for a respectful place to connect with other older (t or c) partners/lovers of younger trans gals?

Hi there - I can’t say I know of any groups for older partners of younger trans women.  I know there are some general groups for partners of trans people on Facebook.  I’ll put this out to our followers - If anyone has any resources for mtanais, please reblog and comment. 

Anonymous said: I have dated trans girls and ladyboys for 12 years,but I have no idea what cis means except in chemistry it is the opposite of trans

Hi Anonymous - “cis” is short for “cisgender.”  You can find a great explanation of the use of the term on author Julia Serano’s blog: http://juliaserano.livejournal.com/14700.html

notyourexrotic said: I would love to share my stories of me and my girlfriend, though I'm not trans* so I don't think I really have the right to be the one submitting. Is there a policy on who can submit?

Hi notyourexrotic,

Any member of the relationship is welcome to submit to trans love stories!  Please do share.

-dharmagrrlie, co-admin, translovestories

Unexpected Love
            If someone were to tell me a year ago that I would end up with a trans man, I wouldn’t have believed them. Now it just seems natural to me. I met my boyfriend Nick online last November. At the time, I was a lonely lesbian looking for someone to love and be in a relationship with. Nicole, as I knew him at the time, seemed like a pretty cool and down to earth type of gal. We emailed each other back and forth online for a while before we finally met in person. Our first date we went to see Christmas lights around where he lives. I immediate sensed I was pretty much dating a guy. He wore dress slacks and a dress shirt, which is typical of any guy going out on his first date. He also wore male cologne which reminded me of my father. Yet, it did not matter to me. All I remember from that night is that he was very chivalrous and nervous. Nick treated me like a lady and made sure I was taken care of. He forgot where he parked his car and stumbled over his words. He gave money to a homeless man that we ran into, which impressed me greatly. What can I say? By the end of the night, Nick’s charming personality had me smitten.
      We took our relationship slow. First, we held hands. It took Nick awhile to do that. On our third date to see the Hobbit I threw him hints throughout the movie that he would hold my hand. Yet, he just could not bring himself to do it. It was not until I told him my hand was cold on our way out of the movie that he finally held my hand. Our first kiss took a little time too. I waited a few months for him to get up the courage to go for one. Finally, he asked me if he could on Valentine’s Day. And let me just say it was a kiss well worth waiting for. He also had us wait until we were well into our relationship to have sex. I really admire him for doing that. It shows that he cared enough about me to get to know me before we got affectionate with each other. 
      After about a few months of dating, I knew I loved him. I told him first through text. He was not ready yet to say those words, but finally did when he was ready to. It was around this time that we started to discuss him being transgendered. I knew he was pretty much a man but I had not yet asked him. It did not matter to me really. Nick has always been Nick to me. I did not need to put a label on him. Yet, I figured it was time we discussed it. We were out on a date to see a musical, which he surprised me with on my birthday. I asked him if he thought he was transgendered and he said yes. Then I said it did not matter to me and that was the end of that. The night just went on. It was one of the best dates he ever took me on.
      So far my boyfriend has not decided to start transitioning into a man. He wants to but still needs to work through factors in the decision. Personally, I do not care what he does. If he does not transition, then things will keep on going on as they are. If he does, he will look more the way he feels on the inside. He says I would have to keep him on a leash to prevent him from smothering the whole world in his happiness. All I want to do is encourage him to do what will make him happy. A relationship is about helping a partner grow into who they are. If my boyfriend decides to transition, that will be my role. It may not be easy to go through it with him but the love we have for each other will get us through.
 
      I am just glad that I have found someone as caring, charming and smart as my Nick. I did not expect I would end up with a trans man. I wanted to fall in love with a woman but I ended up falling in love with a man. As crazy as it is, I love Nick for the man he is and have never loved him as a woman. God loves to mix things up every now and then I guess. I just look forward to moving in, getting married and maybe starting a family with Nick. Along the way I hope the support we give each other will allow us to grow into stronger individuals. 
 

   

Unexpected Love

            If someone were to tell me a year ago that I would end up with a trans man, I wouldn’t have believed them. Now it just seems natural to me. I met my boyfriend Nick online last November. At the time, I was a lonely lesbian looking for someone to love and be in a relationship with. Nicole, as I knew him at the time, seemed like a pretty cool and down to earth type of gal. We emailed each other back and forth online for a while before we finally met in person. Our first date we went to see Christmas lights around where he lives. I immediate sensed I was pretty much dating a guy. He wore dress slacks and a dress shirt, which is typical of any guy going out on his first date. He also wore male cologne which reminded me of my father. Yet, it did not matter to me. All I remember from that night is that he was very chivalrous and nervous. Nick treated me like a lady and made sure I was taken care of. He forgot where he parked his car and stumbled over his words. He gave money to a homeless man that we ran into, which impressed me greatly. What can I say? By the end of the night, Nick’s charming personality had me smitten.

      We took our relationship slow. First, we held hands. It took Nick awhile to do that. On our third date to see the Hobbit I threw him hints throughout the movie that he would hold my hand. Yet, he just could not bring himself to do it. It was not until I told him my hand was cold on our way out of the movie that he finally held my hand. Our first kiss took a little time too. I waited a few months for him to get up the courage to go for one. Finally, he asked me if he could on Valentine’s Day. And let me just say it was a kiss well worth waiting for. He also had us wait until we were well into our relationship to have sex. I really admire him for doing that. It shows that he cared enough about me to get to know me before we got affectionate with each other. 

      After about a few months of dating, I knew I loved him. I told him first through text. He was not ready yet to say those words, but finally did when he was ready to. It was around this time that we started to discuss him being transgendered. I knew he was pretty much a man but I had not yet asked him. It did not matter to me really. Nick has always been Nick to me. I did not need to put a label on him. Yet, I figured it was time we discussed it. We were out on a date to see a musical, which he surprised me with on my birthday. I asked him if he thought he was transgendered and he said yes. Then I said it did not matter to me and that was the end of that. The night just went on. It was one of the best dates he ever took me on.

      So far my boyfriend has not decided to start transitioning into a man. He wants to but still needs to work through factors in the decision. Personally, I do not care what he does. If he does not transition, then things will keep on going on as they are. If he does, he will look more the way he feels on the inside. He says I would have to keep him on a leash to prevent him from smothering the whole world in his happiness. All I want to do is encourage him to do what will make him happy. A relationship is about helping a partner grow into who they are. If my boyfriend decides to transition, that will be my role. It may not be easy to go through it with him but the love we have for each other will get us through.

 

      I am just glad that I have found someone as caring, charming and smart as my Nick. I did not expect I would end up with a trans man. I wanted to fall in love with a woman but I ended up falling in love with a man. As crazy as it is, I love Nick for the man he is and have never loved him as a woman. God loves to mix things up every now and then I guess. I just look forward to moving in, getting married and maybe starting a family with Nick. Along the way I hope the support we give each other will allow us to grow into stronger individuals.

 

   

I honestly thought I was never going to be happy in a relationship - partly because I’m a trans man, and we’re not supposed to exist, never mind get happy endings. I swallowed this stupid idea that women are some kind of monolith who want what Hollywood says they want, something I couldn’t provide. I was so, so wrong. After a few disastrous attempts at dating cis lesbians, earlier this year I finally found my friendship with a wonderful cis bi girl developing into something more. She accepts me for who I am and doesn’t mind me banging on about my dysphoria. And if you’d told my frustrated 16-year-old self that I would one day be having awesome, mutually fulfilling sex - pre-op or otherwise - I wouldn’t have believed you.

I was wrong about that, too. Being in love changes your perspective on things. I’m still waiting for T, and that’s still tough. But knowing that she loves me just as I am makes it easier to deal with.

Pretentious Poetry: Lovers in transition It´s still you

Between first ideas, youtube videos and hormone rituals

the leafs turned at least seven times.

But you were never bound my the dimensions of your skin,

your mind can take any form – that of a wild wolf,

an old tree or a 7 foot tall man if you wish.

I loved you in all those shapes, with all your scents and changing sounds and I would call you any name

as long as you respond to my hand reaching for the soft curls

on your forehead and my cheek pressed against your chest

to hear your heartbeat

that has never changed.

Here’s a pic of us too!

Here’s a pic of us too!

If they asked me, I could write a book…

I am a 33-year-old queer girl from Buffalo, NY- my fiance Jarrett is 35.  

We have a story that I love to tell… because we met in 1993 at an all-girls’ private school. (Actually, I remember seeing him when I shadowed at the school almost a year before that— one of those memories that’s always been burned in my brain, and I didn’t know quite why.) Our best friendship turned romantic somehow by the end of my freshman year, and we dated, very secretly, for almost 2 years in high school and pretty much came out as lesbians together… and stayed in touch over the years (through all kinds of life events, different cities and relationships)… and in 2006 we both went through major breakups with our long-term partners—- and somehow reconnected again, as “best friends.” VERY long story short, we quickly became inseparable, and following a lot of turmoil (not related to his pending transition, luckily)- we got together for real in October 2008. He and his cat Zuke moved in officially a few months later, and the 3 of us became a family. He started T in December 2009 and had top surgery in February 2011, and is looking and feeling amazing. We’re planning a wedding for 2014, 20 years after our “first” romance began. 

PS, I could write lots more when I have the time!! :)J and me at my 15-year high school reunion :)

via email from danielle:

cassie and i met in january 2012 thru mutual friends here in chicago. we were all hanging out at a bar and she walked right up and stole my tater tots (and my heart, but she probably didn’t know that at the time). she was planning to leave to hike the appalachian trail in late march so we both knew we wouldn’t have much time together. but we stayed in touch after she left, getting closer and closer despite the physical distance between us. when i was laid off in late july, she suggested i come out and hike from new york to maine with her. i did. it was an utterly incredible experienced: we’ve been cold and hungry together, we’ve lived out of a tent for months at a time, we’ve walked over 500 miles, side by side. we’re back in chicago now and we’ll probably be here for a while… but we’ll always know that we’ve climbed mountains together. and we could do it again if we needed to.