I immediately noticed him, as he was around 6’2″, with an athletic chiseled body and a devilishly delicious baby face with blue eyes. But what drew even more attention than his physical looks was the tattoo on his bicep, which was partially covered by his polo shirt.
I tried to glance at it and every time his shirt would get in the way, preventing me from reading what it said. I finally mustered up the courage to ask him, and he showed me.
It had a Maslow quote on there, pointing to the fact that we are all one and should peacefully coexist on this planet and share it amongst each other wisely. I immediately took a liking to him, and we talked about him majoring in psychology, his views on spirituality, and his methodology towards self actualization.
I so desperately wanted to ask him for his Facebook or phone number.
But I was scared to do so.
What if he wouldn’t be okay with interacting with a penis? What if telling him would somehow out me to the physical therapy clinic I was going to, and alter the dynamic of how my physical trainer treated me? What if he, like many others in society, labels and categorizes people’s genders based on their assigned birth and genitalia rather than their core gender identity? Just because he is spiritual and has a tattoo that reflects self awareness doesn’t mean he is aware about gender and sexuality, does it?
I didn’t want to do this old song and dance again with all these precautionary thoughts, but being a trans woman is difficult in the world of dating.
I worry about dating people who have been indoctrinated by the social system we have, believing that there are only 2 genders out there with strict binary rules. And although there are individuals who are exceptions to this preconception, it just wasn’t something I wanted to deal with that day…..and sadly, on many other days as well.
I wanted to get Chris’ contact info, but hesitated and didn’t proceed.
It was possibly a perfect case of youth and beauty wasted on the indoctrinated.