RELATIONSHIPS
So I Married a Cishet Man
Oops, my bad
In my defense, at the time, neither of us ‘knew’ I was neither a woman nor straight. Not sure how he feels about that because quite frankly, he’ll probably never know.
Yes, I’m trans-masc and I was married to a man in a seemingly straight relationship. Excuse me while I gag a little more.
We met when I was 19 and I crap you not, the reason we initially got together was that he gave good hugs and I wasn’t doing anything else. The truth was, we both settled. At the time, we were both messed up from childhood traumas neither of us was ready to face and it was convenient and easy to, just be together.
We were together for 13 years. We were engaged around the 10-year mark because in his words — I put in 10 years with him, he probably should marry me. So damn romantic, but you know what, I was ok with that. I didn’t like all that gushy girly crap. Hmmm… I wonder why (SIGNS, SIGNS, SIGNS).
It was another two years before we were married on the beach, with no family and no shoes — which was perfect! 8 months later, it was doneskies.
We did that classic thing — try to fix the problem by marrying it. It never works. Anyway, fast forward another 13 years and last I knew he was married with three step kids, living in Vegas, and had a job he loves.
Me, I’m a full-time writer, full-time petsitter (which means I travel all over Australia and live in other peoples' houses and look after their animals while they take holidays or whatevs), and, I’m trans-masc on the cusp of starting T.
I’m also Gay AF!
I freakin’ love this crazy journey!






