I’m white, passable, easy-going, confident, and a strict bottom—for the most part, I’m just a hot chick they get to have anal sex with. I know how to put them at ease, get them excited, make sure we both have a good time, and inevitably leave them hooked.
I pride myself on being a kind of ambassador to trans sex. What I’m really seeking is affirmation of my womanhood, and this is the most available means of doing it.
I would be further proof of a stubbornly pervasive narrative: the man who dresses up as a woman to trick a man.
It’s a particularly tragic story because it all hinges on the belief that a man having sex with a trans woman is a homosexual act. That fact underpins his whole defense and is supported by the accounts of others, particularly his mother.
There’s no indication that Vallum had dated any men, and there is that he had relationships with women.
(The unspoken subtext being “the faggot had it coming.”) No one would know that Mark sought me out in a forum specifically for men looking for trans women.
That he was one of many straight men who watch trans pornography, hire trans escorts, troll Craigslist for “discreet” hookups, go to clubs trans women are known to frequent, or look for trans sex workers on the “stroll” that every city has.
No one would know I don’t trick men, that I don’t need to.