WOW!

What are the chances….

You clearly will have more insight into my situation than most.

Being a carer is a huge thing in itself. Having a trans loved one, or indeed being trans, is similarly huge. And I can’t imagine there are a huge number of us who meet at that intersection. Nor who deal with their own needs with some good old pragmatism. Maybe like me you would contend that having a lover makes you better able to care for your hubby?

For me, the love of another, and someone who, crucially, didn’t know me as a man, filled a gap that my wife isn’t able to, through a combination of her disabilities and her not being into women.

I will be catching up on your previous work, Maddie. And looking forward to future pieces.

But I also hope we might chat more. That carer/transgender intersection I mentioned is vanishingly small. We might be able to help one another.

My email address is in my bio if you wanna take a chance on a random limey…

😁

Warmest regards, hun

A.

Capricious by name, steadfast by nature. Trans femme dyke. Smutsmith. Provocateur. Witch. Poet. Slut. Idiot. Kicking names and taking ass.

Capricious by name, steadfast by nature. Trans femme dyke. Smutsmith. Provocateur. Witch. Poet. Slut. Idiot. Kicking names and taking ass.