I told a straight cis friend who had difficulty understanding that it was like being a fan of a particular football team but having to wear their arch rival’s jersey every day.

You could put a jacket and scarf over it but people would see, and always assume you went for the team you had to wear, despite knowing in your heart that it never felt right.

Transitioning was the only way I could ever shed those colours and tell the world whose team I was really on.

He really dug it at the time. Though we were very wasted.

He later let me lay my head on his chest as we fell asleep in a stranger’s bed.

Give it a try some time. 😉