"But why insist so stubbornly? Why continue believing in love? You have to realize that the demands are no longer the same: the senses, passion, and pleasure. "
A coworker asked me: “At your age, do people still send nudes to their partners?”
Hahaha, I found that really funny because when I was her age, in my early 20s, that was unthinkable. But now, as an adult, when I didn’t get the chance to do it while younger, why not try it now?
I remember one day at university, I must have been just over 20, standing at the entrance to the Electrical Engineering school’s study center, overhearing some classmates making fun of a freshman, a newbie, whose ex-boyfriend, a total piece of s***, exposed her by sharing the intimate photos she had sent him.
Before I get into this nonsense about how I became trans, I want to say that I deeply respect everyone who doesn’t belong to the LGBTQ+ community. I truly value the effort it takes to broaden one’s spectrum of possibilities and step away from the comfort zone of pseudo-moralistic and religious convictions. This process helps avoid baseless judgments and criticisms. Believe me, I was once in that same position, with an equally clouded perspective on life.
One day, I don’t know what the fuck for, we had contact with my grandmother, my father’s mother, and without the old man as an intermediary. The lady has never been —or was— involved in our lives, neither mine nor my sister’s. I know her, like the rest of my father’s family, the way you know random trivia facts. Except for a few rare exceptions, like in the case of one of my father’s cousins —second cousin— someone we call a cousin and genuinely get along with, I truly have no idea what the rest of them are like.