I know I’m cis because my other half, plural-wise, is the one that’s transfem. We just don’t have a super firm mental boundary like how many other plural folks do. There’s no “firm switch”. Instead her dysphoria and thirst and anger and stuff seeps in and then she fronts.
So if I start romanticizing estrogen or whatever super hard, it’s because I’m getting some of her views on the subject. Though I do also like trans women because our mutual friends are trans women.











