I grew these tits, without my permission really. These days, I welcome them. I like touching them, and they comfort me as well as my spouse. When I hug a friend, maybe they comfort my friend also. My tits are warm, pretty, somewhat symmetrical, large, round, droopy, sensitive, and fine by me. Two burdens I
Loving a man feels a bit treacherous. Either I don’t care, or I care too much. Feels impossible to find a sweet spot. I have a friend–I can’t recall how we met. Oh, it was a radical support meeting, years ago. He dumpster dove flowers for us. I thought he might be a lady, when
I’m loving trans friends, of the present and the past. Here are some thoughts for Trans Day of Remembrance. Transness is desirable. thank you Thank you to my trans friends and partner, for being close to me and sharing your reality with me, which is a reality as valid as any. Maybe more valid. I