“So I’m asking, can we make it a thing now, please, the butch straight woman? Someone think up a name for it because, at the age of 34, I’m ready to be out and proud.”
This is important. And not acknowledged enough. If you like guys but can’t hack the feminine schtick nearly all straight men prefer, maybe transition would look awfully attractive so you could turn into a gay man.
One of the great (and consummated) loves of my life was a gay man. He loved me back, but he couldn’t **choose** me, which was an excruciatingly painful realization for us both. I never contemplated “transition,” but in the depths of my pain, if Tinkerbell could have waved a magic wand and turned me into the man he needed—I’d have jumped at the chance.