The sun is rising over the city. I went out to feed the cat a little bit ago, and the air seems to be fresher than it has been the last few days. There’s something about the heat of summer. I know I’ve mentioned it before.

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She’s T. She was born with boy parts, was raised as a boy, and only as an adult has she been free to be the woman she is. She’s had surgery.

Sometimes, when I am making love to her, tracing my fingers between her legs, I wonder what it must have been like. She has a rather unique perspective - but I don’t like to ask. Still, I wonder about all the differences. Who really has the messier bathrooms? What is it like to be able to pee standing up? What do male orgams feel like, compared to female orgasms? Has she experienced a big difference in how people treat her?

I wonder about things like sexism. Have I experienced it so much that I’m blind to it now? Everything from lower pay to higher prices on dry-cleaning to being treated like a child by car salesmen…

These things I think about sometimes, when I shouldn’t be - when I should be concentrating on making her scream and squirm. I tickle her labia, and lick her smoky flavor from my fingertips. I sit between her legs, looking down. I like to look when I do it, anyway. I wonder what it was like for her, you know, before…

You’d pass her on the street and never guess.

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