What’s going to it just take for trans-attracted guys to over come their shame that is unfounded and for discretion?
A right, cisgender? guy sits alone at a dining dining table, the radiance of their phone illuminating wide, darting eyes. He’s visibly anxious. We walk in to discover him before I am seen by him. We learn him. Our eyes secure. I’ll remember the deer-in-the-headlights look on their face.
I’m a transgender girl. We began speaking with this guy online. He’s in their 20s, dark and handsome.