Anonymous

A fresh perspective from a straight, cisgender man on what it's like dating a trans woman...

I was married to my own child for 21 years. I thought I was marrying my high school sweetheart, but I was actually becoming my husband's mother.

Sexuality is fluid. And mine has led me from girl-on-girl action to a man inside me.

I don't recall meeting my first love. It seems he was always with me.

It’s real sticky-wicked to have your body become unpredictable and tortuously painful. So here I am. Homeless. Meditation is my medication.

What's more dangerous — meeting people on the Internet or meeting people in real life?

I love the concept of the divine yoni: of the beautiful and powerful nature of femininity, of being a creator and life-giver, and of vaginas being

"The biggest boy assured me they would be. But the ball play got even more intense. Were they aiming the ball at my kids or was it just my imagination?"

Anorexia is not what you think. Warning: Triggering pictures included.

This article first appeared on Mamamia and has been republished with perm