I don't know how many of you remember the 'creep' that I talked about on here a few times, but I've got an update on the situation. I finally broke down and met up with him. He was this guy from high-school that I barely know. He found me on Facebook and we've been talking. He's been wanting to see me for at least two years, and I always avoided it. When you're a Criminal Justice major, you get these suspicions that everyone in the world is out to rape you and steal your underwear. Seriously. So I've been pushing him away, but I finally broke down and said I'd be willing to see me.
Last night, he came to my house. I introduced him to my grandma and we went down to my room. We watched TV, and generally hung out. But he constantly brought up me being trans and my lack of masculinity. He marveled at how hairy my arms were and made fun of my hair and my voice and was constantly trying to get me to 'sound like a man,' in fact, the whole time he was trying to give me 'lessons,' on being manly. If I asked for his opinion, I wouldn't be mad, but I never asked. He just acted like he was the total authority on how 'real men' should be, and it drove me crazy. Mind you, I know he likes me. He kept touching me and hugging me and holding me and I'd freeze and stop breathing. He grabbed my thigh...like really REALLY close to...lady-parts land and I seriously couldn't breathe. Of course, I'm such a damned pussy that I didn't punch him in the face and tell him 'no,' After that, he told me that he doesn't think of me as a man and he said, "To me, you'll always be 'insert girl name here,' to me. You're just a hairy girl,'
Just a hairy girl...
I was so f***ing pissed.
Maybe it's immature for me to get so mad over something so small. But it's not small to me.
I've made the decision to stop talking to him. I'm blocking him off of everything and I don't want to deal with him. He completely disrespected me and I know that he was only there to try and get into my pants. Which he didn't! So hah!
...I find it awkward...
As much as I feel like a man, and as much as I wish that I was just 'one of the guys,' I seem to have a serious problem in getting along with cisgendered guys. I want to hang out with them, and I hang out with a few. But no matter what I do, they seem to think that I'm hitting on them, and it doesn't matter if I tell them that I'm trans. And from that point, they treat me like just another girl and think that they can get away with touching me however the hell I want.
Sometimes, I hate cis-boys...and not just because they can spell their name in the snow and I can't.