I’m a straight man in love with a straight woman.
When I moved to a new town in Pennsylvania just over a year ago, I had no idea of what an enormous effect the change would have on my life.
The only people I knew in Pennsylvania were a few friends I’d lived with previously who were local to the area, so it’s safe to say my social circle when I first moved here wasn’t huge. It wasn’t until a few months later in November that Ty and I met via Facebook. A few of my friends had been talking about her negatively after seeing her videos online about being a transgender woman, and I felt the urge to get to know the real her, so I reached out and sent Ty a message.
I couldn’t get over her beautiful feminine features and, for someone who is transgender, I loved that she took her femininity so seriously. Everything from her skin, to her hair and nails was immaculate.
She was very clear about her situation from the beginning, and I was very open to a friendship, until I started to form some very real feelings for her.
I didn’t have too many fears or concerns when we began our relationship. I always respected her as a person, but I was definitely worried about what other people would say or think about us together. I knew our relationship would turn the heads of my loved ones, but over time I learned to adopt Ty’s nonchalance to other people’s negativity and critical perception of my life choices. After I learned to reject their comments, our relationship became real and strong.