I think I mentioned that I'm insecure and have an almost constant need for reassurance? Turns out he was having bother with his phone and, of course, yours truly adds one and one and gets pi or something! And remember... He's a man!!! Men don't think about stuff like keeping you informed that they're still alive when they're busy for a few days (or weeks! Remember 'S'?) - lol.
So if men are from Mars and women are from Venus does that mean that transfolk are from Earth and that we are the only true humans? Hmm.... unlikely, eh?
One thing that I was told to be prepared for in the early days of transition was that transwomen have to try twice as hard to be accepted as half as good as XX women. Apparently that is why a lot of men prefer sexual encounters with us. I can't say it's something I've worked on, but then my record isn't exactly gleaming! I realise that I will have to start trying much harder though, and part of this is the willingness to accept compromise. I would have loved it if I could have found a guy who just accepts me (warts 'n' all - lol), who shares my kinkiness, who is basically Mr. Perfect. So he's never slipped on a pair of panties; so what?!? If he was Mr. Perfect then I would be totally paranoid that he was a sociopath! [But maybe he knows that and this is why he's got at least one box unticked - "Shut up, Goth Chick!" lol.] Isn't it enough that I get to wear sexy lingerie and naughty schoolgirl outfits and ridiculously high heels for him? Isn't it enough that I've found someone who is encouraging me to be me? Would I cross oceans for Him?
Yes! A thousand times yes!
