There’s a weird phenomenon out there. Something… odd.

See people tend to rationalise the fact that I love my trans-wife as, something you have to be into. As a result, people tend to assume I am very heavy into the kink scene. People shrug and say, “Well if that’s your thing” or sometimes go right into over share mode about their adventures with anal hooks.

While my wife and I do try to spice things up in the bedroom now and again, lets face it all married couples break out the handcuffs or feathered boa’s and blindfolds, and really with some of the over share that I’ve heard, we are pretty damn vanilla. The fact that my wife is trans has no bearing at all on how much I am attracted to her, even though she might think that herself when she’s having a really bad dysphoria day.

I especially am the more vanilla of the two of us, and I tend to call the shots as to my level of comfort for trying new things. I am also the pants wearer of the relationship and the bread winner, so some people have gone as far as to assume that…

That’s right folks, people think this was my idea. Like I seriously would want wish a life of hormone shots, blood work to check for possible liver failure, painful lazer hair removal, major surgery, depression, body image issues and straight up threats of assault for someone I love.

Don’t get me wrong, I knew full well that transition was in the cards for my wife when we got married. I knew it would be a long road and what I was signing up for… however, if I could snap my fingers or cast a spell or make a deal with the King of Hell himself to make her transition flawlessly complete I would do it in a heartbeat. Because life would be so much more simple and she would be happy.

Then there’s the people who are into my wife… and it’s the wrong kind of attention. These are the “chasers” who like to call my wife a “trap” or “tranny” or “shemale”. The people who would never want to be seen with her in the light of day but have no problem using her for sex.

There seems to be this myth that only people who fetishize my wife “truely love” her. This is how we end up with names on our list at TDoR. Women and girls get used and abused in these unhealthy relationships, end up murdered, committing suicide, going into dangerous sex work, or even just disappearing.

If I have to make one thing clear, it’s this. I don’t care about my partner’s gender or gender identity. She is my best friend, the person I chose to start a life with, and the person who I trust.

I honestly could not give two shits about what her body type is. You know what’s sexy about her. Making her smile, tickling that spot on her back that makes her wiggle, listening to her sigh and moan when she’s under my touch, having her come undone at my fingertips, her toes curling, and her enthusiastic replies when she returns the favour. I savour every kiss, and every cuddle. I love rolling over in and embracing her and feeling her breathe in the middle of the night.

And if anyone tries to hurt her, so help me god there will be hell to pay.

P.S. Though I will admit on the record, her tits are abso-fucking-lutely perfect.