He had just moved to Atlanta from Chicago and had this whole stereotypical macho thing about him.
We’d just met, so I can only imagine the infinite possibilities swirling in his head.
A little under a year from now, I'll be the same age as 25-year-old India Clarke, a recent victim of trans killings.
One of my biggest fears is becoming another murder statistic: someone for the media to posthumously misgender, leading the public to believe that I somehow deserved to have my life taken away.
It’s not very personal, but it lessens the possibility of a more life-threatening situation. A few people — both men and women — have had a sense I was trans before I even told them.
Other times, potential partners seemed to feel pity for me and quietly congratulated themselves for deigning to date me; I’ve had to check the value I’ve placed on cis people who dared to consider me worthy of their attraction.
I vowed as I left his place in the middle of the night that I would never put myself in that dangerous of a situation again.
And even though I now make sure people know my identity before I’m alone with a potential partner, there are still some aspects of this interaction that seem to show up in my dating life no matter how many precautions I take.
That didn’t stop the intense expression of confusion that spread across his face.“So you’re a man? “Do you know how lucky you are that I’m not, like, crazy?
Because I know plenty of guys who would really do some shit to you.”“No, I’m a woman, a transgender woman,” I answered, trying to make him understand. His entire view of me had changed and there was no going back.
Laverne Cox has discussed the stigma around men who love trans women.