Pussy, Penis, and Perception:
Being T and LGB
By L. O’Hara
I’ve been on hormones for almost two months now, and I can already feel changes. My body sweats like a rainforest the instant I step into this bullshit, Oklahoman heat. Friends giggle when my voice cracks. I still would use “asexual” to describe my orientation, but I’ve gone from not understanding innuendos to wanting to fuck like a rabbit. And as my sexuality blossoms like a delicate, (t)horny flower, I find myself wanting a boy toy to emotionally bond and fool around with.
But I enter gay spaces and find that the folks there are just obsessed with genitals. It’s not long before one guy shouts, “Men are amazing, I LOVE a good, hard cock in my ass!” at the top of his lungs and a lesbian by the buffet says,“Women taste so good, I could eat pussy for EVERY meal of the day!” That wouldn’t really be so bad, except in the same breath, the guy adds, “But vaginas are so gross and they smell like death,” while the woman adds, “But cock is disgusting, just looking at one makes me want to barf.”
I laughed along with this stuff as a teenage lesbian, but now I’m a completely different person who finds that being T amongst most cis LGBs is treacherous and complicated. Really though, it’s not that different from most other social interactions while trans: your worth depends on how well you pass, people ask invasive questions about your junk,