A Normal Man’s Guide To Loving Transgender Women

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I love transgender women. Because I am out and proud about this, I get emails and calls from all kinds of people (men, women, transgender women, trans men) asking all kinds of questions about their transamory.

Men have the most trouble finding reconciliation. They find transgender women beautiful, worthy of love and, frankly, irresistible. Even while realizing dating transgender women sometimes comes with extraordinary drama levels. Despite that, many of these men aren’t struggling with that. What’s difficult is reconciling their attraction with being a “normal” man.

I’m writing this story –– my story –– for those men. The following is universal. Yet it is uniquely helpful for men right now. I mean “normal” men.

I write “right now” because men face intense (self-inflicted) scrutiny. Scrutiny well deserved. This January, the American Psychological Association (APA), said traditional masculinity is sociologically harmful. “[It] stunts male’s “psychological development, constrain[s] their behavior, result[s] in gender role strain and gender role conflict and negatively influence[s] mental health and physical health”, they said.Traditional masculinity is what I call normal men.

Feminism suggests the APA’s findings originate in male awe, envy and ignorance. Feminists call this Womb Envy.  That’s a term coined by German psychoanalyst Karen Horney.  Normal men find awe in what they instinctively know: Every human enters life through a womb connected to a vagina. At least for now. Forgetting their part in life-creation, normal men feel insecure and envious. Their envy becomes all-consuming. Willful ignorance replaces envy, allowing the subordination of women. Normal men gain superiority this way.

The result: Masculine wholeness –– which recognizes the female in the male ––  gets lost.

This is what I’m seeing in the Gillette controversy. Men’s life experience is reflecting back to them their out-of-balance-ness. Like children, some men are reacting first, to Gillette’s spot-on ad, then thinking. Or not thinking at all.

What does this have to do with loving transgender women?

A lot.

It is this acting out first then thinking, or not thinking at all, that gets a lot of men in trouble. It also gets many transgender women killed. All, believe it or not, for the sake of love.

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I realized I was transamorous in my 30s. Before that, I saw “masculinity” and “femininity” as two parts of a whole being. Sometimes I felt more feminine than masculine back then. Even though I was having sex with girls.

Sometimes I would sneak into my mom’s closet. It was an endless sea of femininity. There, I would dress in my mom’s clothes. I used her lipstick and pranced before her full length mirror, with its ornate wooden frame and chipped paint. Her lingerie particularly intrigued me.

Often these sessions would end with masturbation.

That’s how I got busted.

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Mom when I was young (Photo: Gruber Family)

One day my mom called me to her room. How did she know it was me and not one of my brothers? Let’s just say it was mothers’ intuition. Otherwise I don’t know. In any case, my mom’s love trumped anything else in our little chat. She didn’t want me playing in her clothes, she said. But it was ok that I was exploring.

That could have gone a lot worse.

This was before “transgender” was a thing. I mean, it was a thing. Transgender people have always been around. But it wasn’t in the public eye as it is today with high-profile transgender models, actresses, politicians, Julia Serranos, Stef Sanjati’s.

Even it if was, I was too young to know what “transgender” was. Thinking about that time, and times today, I can imagine how it feels to be transgender. Not knowing you are transgender. Then discover the word “transgender” for the first time.

It must come with profound relief to know you’re not alone.

The same is true for men attracted to transgender women. They think they’re alone. But they are not.

When I discovered my transamory, “transamory” wasn’t a thing either. I didn’t know, for example Lou Reed had a long term relationship with a transgender woman. But I sure loved his song.

Nor did David Bowie’s gender-bending persona catch my eye.

So when I fell in love with the first transgender woman I ever saw, in a Yakuza bar in Osaka, Japan, I was blown away. Blown away by her beauty. Blown away by the circumstances. And blown away for how deep and instantaneous my attraction was.

I was in the Marines at the time. My girlfriend, who would become one of my few fiancés to never cross the threshold, took me to see her home town. She thought I’d get a kick visiting a Yakuza bar. I don’t think she knew how profound that kick would be. It kicked off what would culminate in everything I am today. That and how I tell my transamory story with recovering “normal” transamorous men looking for solace.

My ex-wife used to call me her “gay boy”. It’s true, my feminine side is well-developed. I don’t cross dress or anything like that. I do enjoy reveling in that part of me that is soft, kind, receptive and open. And yet, I do present male, although I consider myself gender neutral. I recognize the female in me as much as I do the male.

And here’s where love comes into the picture. And by that I’m referring to self-love.

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Many of my fellow Marines weren’t as appreciative of my nature as my ex-wife was. Or my mom. It wasn’t constant, but Marines can be callous towards someone not embracing the macho, natural-born-killer persona believed to enshroud what it is to be a Marine. Of course, the occasional taunts ended once I became a Sergeant of Marines. Yet, the juxtaposition between my feminine side and my masculine side represented a crossroads back then. The path I took was embracing both. Choosing to be me, I said to hell with everyone else. After all, if I could take shit from Marines, I could take shit from anybody.

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Me as a Marine circa 1982. (Photo: USMC)

In other words, I chose loving myself for all that I am. I chose that over caring what other people think about what I am. An aspect of what I am is a man who loves transgender women.

As I love myself, I love the blend that is the transgender female form. I love the struggle transgender women must go through. I love their strength. I love that they are sometimes reviled not only by men, women and society, but also by their parents sometimes. I love them because I know all these challenges make them who they are.

As my challenges made me who I am.

Today, I am no longer married to the woman who was my wife. Ours was a marriage of convenience. By that I mean, there was no better relationship for us than the one we had, which called us to become more of that which we each are are: more clear about what we want and more clear about our authenticity.

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I met my wife online. I hadn’t been successful dating transgender women. I had relationships, but the early ones reflected my own trans-attraction insecurities. My insecurity showed up in meeting transgender women who also were insecure. Insecurity is no foundation for healthy coupledom. It didn’t help that I dated in secret. In between cis-gender lovers.

Maybe that sounds familiar.

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My wife and I New Years 2012 (Photo by Kyle Layser)

Insecurity transamorous men feel initially shows up in many ways. One is fear of being seen in public with the woman they find attractive. It’s an early “trans-attraction” stage of transamory. It sounds dumb, but it’s real. And it’s a step older transamorous men go through more than younger ones these days. Some younger generation transamorous men reflect their generation. Their generation accepts gender fluidity, so they do too. So they don’t experience as much insecurity.

Pro-tip non-sequitur for transgender women: Ridiculing and shaming men for being in this stage prolongs it. Want men to be proud to be with you in public? Stop shaming them.

When I met my wife, I was not intending to marry. I was open to a non-traditional relationship. Anyone I found attractive and compatible would do. Yet I entertained preference for a transgender partner. I knew, however, my insecurity wasn’t going to match me with a transgender partner of my dreams.

Today, many of my clients are having to unpack decades of being married to cis-gender women, when they knew they were trans-attracted before they got married, but didn’t own their authenticity. In some ways, I was no exception.

My wife was determined to break her streak of meeting men who were not good for her. Like me, she realized she was her problem. Not the men she dated. So we were a perfect match.

Relationships are always like that. Perfect matches.

Our marriage was a training ground. In it we were helping prepare one another for partners we eventually will have. It was our agreement.

As we together grew into our individual security borne of authenticity, we accepted who each other was. Our marriage’s dissolution reflected that.

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If you’re trans-attracted or transamorous, married or not, you can’t love the object of your affection until you first love yourself. Especially if you’re married. A lot of transamorous men are married to cis-gender women. There is nothing wrong in that.

Still, if you are married, your wife knows on some level that you are different. I assure you fights between you two have a lot to do with insecurity born of that awareness.

Hardness creates more struggle. So does insecurity. Extreme cases result in death. Almost half the murders of transgender women in 2017 happen in the context of intimate relationships gone awry, according to research I’ve done online. Seems to me the sooner you embrace who you are, the better you and everyone else will be. You’ll be one less transamorous man hiding in their shame. That can prevent a murder.

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It’s time more transamorous men embrace all of who they are. (Photo: Ozan Safak on Unsplash)

Men loving transgender women is normal.

Love between humans is the norm. So it is normal that a human would express love for another human. Both men and transgender women are human. So love between them is as normal as any other love.

But I would argue there is no such thing as a “normal” man.

There are all kinds of men. The Gillette controversy shows that. If you’re trying to be a normal man and think that’s ok, you’re not expressing your authenticity. You’re expressing insecurity. Your “abnormality” is the norm. Your “perversity” is the norm. Your “sin” is the norm. Abnormality, perversity and sin are words reflecting societal judgment.

Fuck that.

Your individuality is the norm. That means there’s no such thing as a normal or traditional man.

Transgender people are here to help all humanity to come to grips with the fact that to be human is to be different. There are a lot of normal men out there confronting their normalcy in light of their transamory. Some respond violently, with tragic consequences for both victim and perpetrator. Others call me, or send an email.

If you find transgender women attractive, you’re in good company. All men will find the attractive ones attractive. Until they discover that attractive woman is transgender. But that doesn’t negate their initial attraction. It only masks the attraction with shame expressed as revulsion. You’re still attracted to her.

If you find transgender women worth loving, but struggle with it, that’s ok. You don’t have to figure it all out now. You will in time. My experience is, the journey is worth it. For you, for your relationships and for the human race as a whole.

The journey is sweeter, though, after you accept what you are.

On your way, consider doing something now to sweeten life for LGBTQ people. You might meet your match in the process.

Kaiser to cover transition procedures

Kaiser promoAs of yesterday the Kaiser Foundation is now covering transgender procedures for transgender women. It’s interesting because they were already offering similar surgeries for transgender men.

Seems to have been a case of the left hand not knowing what the right was doing.

For complaints Americans sometimes have about government, in this case it was government – in the form of the local insurance commissioner – who untangled the kerfuffle.

“People who are transgender should not be barred from medical treatments because of their gender identity,” the commissioner said. “I’m glad the companies ultimately did the right thing to ensure they are treating their transgender enrollees fairly.”

So are we.

The wonder of trans attraction

fullsizeoutput_1d6aWe often get letters from men thanking us for the work we’re doing. But this last month we got a doozy.

It was such a wonderful letter, I asked the author if I could post it publicly. We recently talked about this letter on IN YOUR FACE our Facebook show with the author’s permission on the condition that we not use his name. He also gave me permission to post it here, under the same condition. When you read it, you’ll understand.

I’d love to hear what responses you have to this letter. We thought it was powerful and touching. Maybe you’ll agree. Or maybe you won’t. Either way, I’d love to hear from you.

BTW, I have not edited it at all…

I’m a 54 year old man, happily married, and living a low keyed, simple life together. 

So yes, I’m married, however there is something within that I have not confessed out loud to anyone. I have an insatiable attraction to trans women. I’ve had it for as far back as I can remember. For me, trans women embodied femininity in ways that I did not experience from many cisgender women. The problem is that I would really swing the wrecking ball inward at myself about my attraction to trans women. I would get caught up in the web of thoughts and fears about what others would think of me. Like many, I fell prey to the fear based issue of labels, fearing that my attraction would make me gay. I spent far too long worrying about what category I would be in for being intrigued about being in an intimate relationship with a trans woman. 

I will fully admit that I was adversely affected by accusations that for a man to profess an attraction to trans women, it would be seen as a fetish. During my coming and going in the urban area, I’ve met many wonderful trans women whom I would have loved to have been in a relationship with. I wasn’t looking for a quick fantasy blowjob or role play or anything of the like. Of course physical intimacy was a part of the attraction, but not without a romantic, meaningful relationship of sharing and experiencing the joys of life together and even facing challenges together as any loving couple would. But the stigma and gay/straight labels prevented that. And the fetish label was something that I simply could not understand. I’ve heard many men who’d professed having an attraction to Asian women yet never heard anyone accusing them of having an Asian fetish. So why would a man who happened to be attracted to trans women and aspiring to share meaningful, quality time and growth with her be considered to be a fetishist? 

This created even more apprehension and self-hatred in me for my attraction to trans women. 

As hard as I tried to ignore my attraction, it simply would not go away. Many times, I would travel to the north side of town, a predominantly gay community where it was common to see trans women going about their everyday lives. While there, I would enjoy the fleeting moments when a trans woman and I would exchange greetings and maybe brief conversation, yet I was very shy. I also didn’t want to lead anyone into a relationship that I would have been unable to be fully present for because of my insecurities and fears about societal labels and judgment. Instead of subjecting a trans woman to my insecurities, I decided that I would simply appreciate them, their courage, their beauty, and feminine grace from afar. I was enjoying the fleeting moments and encounters that always sent my hopeless romantic heart thumping in double time. The result was, I’d always felt like I was standing on the wrong side of the fence looking in to a place where my heart was inviting me to be. Once when I was out a date at a casual restaurant with a cisgender woman, I looked over her shoulder and noticed another couple being seated at the next table. I was immediately struck when I noticed a cisgender man and an exquisite, statuesque trans woman out together as a couple. My heart soared when I saw the them holding hands on the table as they talked and laughed together as they were waiting for their meals. I tried to conceal my occasional glances at them savoring one anothers company. But the other thing that I noticed were the judgmental stares around them. I could even hear someone use the term transvestite with an overt tone of disgust, yet fortunately the couple could not hear it. At the same time, I wanted to be considerate to the cisgender woman that I was with that night. As much as I was savoring the romantic connection going on between the cisgender man and the trans woman, I trained my eyes and put my focus on the person that I was with that night. It would have been unfair to not do so. But that night, I laid in bed with the image of the man and trans woman holding hands and looking into one another’s eyes with such adoration. This fanned the flames burning within, yet I stopped myself from feeling anything further. And that felt unnatural to do, but I did it nonetheless. I cringed at the reality of the judgmental stares and behind-the-hand conversations as that beautiful couple enjoyed one another. As awesome as they looked together, I feared for their safety in a homophobic society that was plagued with bigotry and prone to violence. I wanted to protect that couple, provide for them a safe haven to freely share their adoration for one another without fear of judgment. 

I felt that it wouldn’t be safe for me to out myself as a man who was attracted to trans women. I tried to rid myself of something that should have been beautiful. Instead, I tried to convince myself that it was wrong, an abomination, an aberration of nature. As soon as I explored those concepts, I rejected them one by one. How could something as beautiful as this be anything other than a celebration of humanity? Someone who was born male exercised the courage to burst from the chrysalis and transform themselves into the truth of who they were. To put in the time, energy, and even the money to make this beautiful transformation. How could something so beautiful be viewed with such hatred? How was it that a man who expressed a desire to treat that trans woman with love be viewed with hatred and seen as less than a man? 

I started to pique when I heard topics of transgenderism being reported in the media. I remembered news stories that mentioned celebrities like soul singer Teddy Pendegrass and comedian Eddie Murphy being in the company of trans women. And I remembered the seething statements and judgments from their fan base expressing their disappointment. But I had a totally different reaction. I imagined Teddy Pendegrass with Tenika Watson, the trans woman in the car with him that night. I imagined Mr. Pendegrass being a perfect gentleman to her and not objectifying her. I imagined him wining and dining her, even serenading her before the infamous accident. Later my heart soared as I read Ms. Wilson’s account and that she and Teddy Pendegrass actually cared about one another and that she had even attempted to visit him in the hospital. That their relationship wasn’t solely about sex. 

It was difficult to have this undeniable attraction inside, never to be explored due to fear. I wanted and needed an outlet for this unexpressed attraction. Unfortunately that came in the form of trans pornography. But not just any pornography. I was most turned on by materials that depicted a man and a trans woman in the heights of intimacy with a lot of kissing, caressing, hand holding, and and romance. I was least interested in the materials that were devoid of any tenderness, or where the man was verbally abusive, and rough. I was turned off by videos of men who would refer to trans women as their “little sluts, bitches, or whores.” Occasionally, I would be lucky enough to stumble upon a video of a man romancing a trans woman and the two of them experiencing what looked like beautiful expressions of intimacy. 

When I was younger I attempted to pursue a relationship with a trans woman. I answered a few ads in the classified sections of a local newspaper entitled M2F pre-op transsexual seeking man. Unfortunately I was disappointed to learn that many of them were escort services. I also had a similar experience when I approached a trans woman that I’d met while out only to find out that she was soliciting. But neither of those experiences tainted my view of trans women. I realize that there is a harsh reality for some trans women that they turn to sex work to pay bills and avoid homelessness. That deeply saddens me. In fact, there was once a time when I actually stopped my car, a trans woman walked up assuming that I was about to hire her for sex and was surprised that I only gave her money without asking for sex in return. That I wanted her to have the money to use for whatever she needed. She was clearly baffled by my gesture, but also expressed her appreciation. I thought to myself that I wanted to do at least something to spare this beautiful person an encounter with a man who would only use and discard her. Instead I wanted to give her money to put toward staying safe in her home. Did it make a difference, I can only hope. But as I pulled away and saw her waving and smiling in my rear view mirror, I did experience some joy in hoping that it had made a difference in the life of that beautiful person. I silently sent her positive energy, hoping that she would eventually be safe, free to be herself, and someday find a man whom she would find joy with and that he would treat her with love and respect. 

Out of curiosity, I decided to visit sites such as tsgirlfriend.com, which provided advice for men and trans women. Aside from that, I’d visited some sites and was (and still is) active in trans rights movements. On those sites, the trans women were very critical of “chasers” and “admirers.” I started to pay close attention to the people that were singled out as “chasers” or “admirers.” There seemed to be a common theme to the men that had gotten this title. These were men who appeared to only want trans women for sexual pleasure only. I noticed that their bios contained no mention of pursuing relationships, or romance. They were seeking fantasy fulfillment of anal and oral sex and referred to trans women as “shemales, trannies, sluts, or sissies.” Many of the men were either married or in relationships with cisgender women, yet were actively pursuing quick discreet fantasies with trans women only to then kick them to the curb until the next time. I will fully concede that while I am physically attracted to trans women, that attraction entails not just physical intimacy, but tenderness and an emotional component. After I realized this, I did not feel as if I fit into the “chaser” category. 

My attraction is something that I am continuing to accept and embrace – not as something that should bring shame and guilt, but instead as a part of me that is somehow intricately woven into me. If I had it to do over again, I would likely have been in relationships with trans women but that did not happen for reasons share earlier. 

I do recall a term that one of your guests used – collateral damage. The reason that it stuck with me is that while I’m accepting the fact that I will always have an attraction to trans women, the fact remains that I’m married, I’ve earned my wife’s trust, and I do not want to do anything to betray that trust. I understand that “chasers” take a different approach. I’ve learned that there are many married men who venture out to explore fantasies with trans women only to kick them to the curb until next time. That saddens me on many levels. It saddens me for the unsuspecting wife as well as for the trans woman who is being objectified and treated as a sex object. 

That being the case, I do not pursue relationships with others. It is why I do not patronize pick up sites. I have had conversations and friendships with trans women, but they know that I’m supportive of them and their rights and not pursuing anything further. In fact, my support is for them also includes my hope that they find a man who will treat them with love respect and not objectify them as chasers do. If I were single, I would surely explore a meaningful relationship with a trans woman. But I’m not. My attraction to trans women extends beyond physical intimacy and into mutual adoration for one another. Being with a trans woman (or anyone for that matter) should be a sharing of time, affection, likes, dislikes, etc. Anything short of that is unfair to other person. This is why I’m totally against the practice of married men who seek out trans women for sexual fantasies.

Like before, I find that I still feel better when I have an outlet. Unlike the pornography as my main outlet, I’ve become an avid reader of inspiring romance novels in which the love interest is a trans woman. I gravitate towards movies such as Different for Girls Girls Like Us, and A Fantastic Woman. I bask in the loving scenes of such movies as A Soldier’s Girl and The Crying Game and visualize alternate endings where the man and trans woman live in peace and freedom. 

Here I am married to a loving woman that I am staunchly loyal to, yet on the inside, I still have an undeniable attraction to trans women. I realize that there are some who would say that this is unfair to my wife to hold this inward and untold. That I should simply trust that she would accept me for who I am. That it’s not simply enough to inwardly accept this unchangeable part of me.

I listen to the Transamorousnetwork podcasts as I fall asleep and I live vicariously through some of the stories. I do not wish to end my marriage by any stretch of the imagination. I love my wife dearly. I worry at times that possessing the attraction that I do for trans women is wrong because of the fact that I’m married. But the fact remains, I will never, ever make attempts to pursue an expression of this attraction. But I will work toward equality and safety of the trans community. I fully support sites such as transamoruous network for the amazing things that they are doing to change the landscape of our society. I believe that you are making a difference. In doing what you’re doing, you are opening people’s hearts, dismantling fear, and inspiring men and trans women to recognize true loving relationships and that it is possible to have them. Thank you for that, for sharing your wit, your insight, humor and for promoting the fact that love is love period. Something as beautiful as this subject matter should not be stifled for fear of labels and bigotry. Trans women deserve nothing less than a loving man who will treat them with respect and not objectify them. So please keep on doing what you’re doing. Bravo!

You’re going to love your love life

Xavier Sotomayor looking in the past never works.jpgWe know. It’s hard to love your love life when your love life seems absent, because you have no one to love in your life.

But that’s just the past staring you in the face.

Yes, that’s right. Your present moment that includes you NOT having a partner is the past. We can explain why that is, but it would make this post way to long. Instead, just take our world for it.

You’re creating your reality by what you put your attention on. So when you look at the past, whether you like what you see or not, you put more of what you’re looking at in the future for you to experience in future nows.

What does that mean? Put simply, when you complain about not having someone to love, you’re putting your focus on you not having someone to love. So your future moments have a very high probability of looking just like that moment in which you’re complaining.

That complaint is a story.

You have a lot of other stories going on all of which collaborate to create your now. So if you want to have a now that looks different from the ones you’ve always/already have, you have to start looking somewhere else for the love of your life. You have to stop doing what you’re doing (complaining) and start doing something different.

We suggest you start praising. Find every thing to love about your current situation. If you can do that consistently, you’ll notice some interesting things happening:

  1. You’ll feel better
  2. You’ll eventually forget about not having a lover
  3. That relief will open new possibilities because you won’t be focused on what you don’t want
  4. In the relief you feel, you’ll find yourself increasingly happy
  5. And if you’re paying attention, you’ll see signs of the lover you’ve been wanting coming to you.

Of course, step five there means you have to know what to look for. That’s another story. One we talk about in our Guides.

One way or another, you’re going to love your love life. We suggest you do that sooner than later. Life is much more fun that way.