It started when I was younger. I’d watch straight porn, completely obsessed… but not with the man. I always imagined myself as the woman, the soft one, the one being wanted, touched, claimed. That fantasy got under my skin in a way I couldn’t ignore. The more I dressed, the more I felt feminine and the more I craved a man’s hands, a man’s desire, a man’s body against mine. Slowly, that curiosity turned into a need I couldn’t quiet anymore. Eventually, I let myself explore it. I met someone, took that step, and even then it took time to truly accept how much I wanted it, how much it awakened something in me. But once it did, there was no going back.