Dating a transgender woman
He was tall, had very typical masculine physical features, and a deep, commanding voice—the image of a pure alpha male.But I would soon find out that “he” was a “she.” I was introduced to “Vanessa.” Vanessa had a great smile, was confident, loved wearing dresses, loved taking care of children, and wanted so badly to have a pedicure with me.It did not even matter that she grew up in Los Angeles—her family ruled with an iron fist, and so did the culture she was a part of.
But as the media is abuzz with all things “trans” these days, I can’t hide it any longer.
When you first see me, you will notice a quintessential “cisgender” woman. I grew up in a Christian household—Baptist, to be exact—and attended Christian schools for a good part of my life.
In all her selfies, she shined and struck a pose, her long black hair glimmering in front of the camera lens.
She was down-to-earth, affectionate and showed no ego about her job whatsoever.
This male self was what the world knew, and what her conservative family wanted and accepted.It did not help that her parents had arrived in America from a country whose culture included a strict, traditional, even patriarchal view of gender.