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I didn't realize that Liam thought of our conversation as a date until he walked me home.Outside my apartment, he caught my eyes dead-on, hoping for a kiss.After my then-roommate confronted me about spending time with "some dude," she was more surprised to see me dipping outside of my normal dating pool (indie rappers and guys who brewed IPA in their bathtubs) than to find out about his transgender status, but she was totally supportive.My family was, too—after initially being confused about what exactly "transgender" means.On his feet six days a week in a hobbit hole of a shop that reeked of antiseptic and aftershave, Joe wasn’t the cheeriest of coiffeurs.
It might seem like I'd be lost in confusion, wondering what my new relationship meant for my sexual identity—but I wasn't. I couldn't fathom us not spending our lives together; I didn't worry who I'd be attracted to if it didn't work out. The fact that I had fallen head over heels for Liam out of nowhere was big enough to handle; would his trans identity be met with invasive questions?
When the early relationship fog cleared and I finally did start to think about what it all meant, I realized that I wasn't attracted to the "human male" as defined by an anatomy textbook.
I was attracted to masculinity, to manliness, which Liam had in spades.
, I expected to do some crazy things for love: get wrapped up in a lover's drug-smuggling ring, perhaps, or steal a rival's yacht.
But helping my boyfriend in his transition from female to male was not an act of devotion I could ever have anticipated.