I am bi-gender transsexual. I am comfortable being a man, I'm comfortable being a woman. The two personas are completely different.
You enjoy the many facets to my personality, yet really, I am simple.
I heard you jokingly complain to your friends about how very complex I am, and still at times I am very predictable.
I know you can't read my mind, but I think it's insanely attractive that you try. It's your endless effort to win me over that really turns me on. It's when you've stopped trying that you've lost me.
Since you are bisexual I think it's great that you never give me a difficult time when I sometimes wake up and choose to be a man more often than you'd prefer. But don't worry, I feel you. I know you need my feminine energy. It is yours, daddy, whenever you ask me genuinely.
Real sex talk: Respect me as a lady. You will get what you want. Simple.
Just give me what I need. Attention, loyalty, trust, encouragement, attention, guidance, bravery, dominance, submissiveness, attention, oh and attention.
I'm happy I finally found you. You make me weak in the knees just by looking at you. Wow, do you work out or is that body created by sex? Your image and your daily actions encourage me to work on my own healthy goals. But, you have never made me feel inadequate.
Really? You've never dated a man before. You've never dated a transsexual before.. A super tall girl, a chubby girl, a mixed girl. It's ok, we can work through the issues as they come. If you find both my personas attractive, then it doesn't matter. Right?
It's a good thing that age isn't an issue for you. I'm a bit older than you, but you make me feel alive. Thank you for that. Those kisses that come out of nowhere. Thank you for that. For when we are out and about, and I shrink away because someone might think its weird when you touch me, guide me with my lower back, kiss me.. Thank you for that. I finally realized when I'm with you, I don't really care what anyone else thinks. Thank you for that.
Intoxicating to me. Your masculinity, your scent, your hairy arms, your hairy chest, those tattoos. Those eyes, that body. That job, that intelligent piece of matter behind your eyes, that conversation that took us into the night not realizing the restaurant had closed an hour ago. You are intoxicating.
Now, after all this time, you found me. And one day in the future, when I least expect it, you lower yourself to a knee in front of everyone who is important to me, and I am going to thank you for the rest of my life.
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