I can’t help but to feel a little empty, wondering where he is, what he is doing, is he thinking of me? Reminds me of our song “Talking to the Moon”. I almost feel like I am talking to the moon and that there is someone out there doing the same. Somewhere out there, there is someone who’s heart is also crying wondering if one day they will find something meaningful. It is difficult for anyone to find a mate, yet I find it almost impossible as a trans woman. I am not sure if I am too picky or if I am a person who deserves someone who understands life as I do. Someone who sees life with an open heart and doesn’t really allow others to dictate how they live or who they chose as a mate. Hopefully someday in the distant future, we won’t love people for their gender, but for who they are as a soul, their struggles, accomplishments and their heart. I don’t have a specific type of person I am attracted to as far as physicality goes for that reason. I think love comes in all shapes, therefore my first attraction as a human is that of the body, but if there is not a personality match I am totally turned off by the person.
I love goofy guys who baby talk, who crack stupid jokes, who like to do nothing and yet love to do everything. Someone who can have fun no matter what situation their are in, no matter how boring it is, they always find a way to crack a smile, some stranger to strike a conversation with, to make someone smile… Someone who sees through others as if they were transparent, if you know what I mean. Someone who can sense others emotions as I do.
Again, I ask. What are accomplishments and gifts if you can’t share them with someone special? Why must some of us be blessed with love while others roam around in the endless search, with endless hope. Sometimes I wish I was a bit colder, that I didn’t sense as much as I do. I feel too much, I see too much, and I can’t help but to absorb some of the sadness that comes with being “different”.
The pain sometimes is forgotten. The difficulty that others have, that I’ve had, from just following the path that was chosen for us. I forget most of the time, because again, I just go about my days as any other “normal” person does. Trying to avoid situations that will impose any drama or sadness in my life. Sometimes we forget that humans are animals and feed on others like hungry wolves and that is what just happened to me.
I forget how the words of others, although truly not important, can affect others deeply, picking at old scars, making them bleed before they’ve had a chance to heal. But do they ever really heal?