Okay, here’s my attempt at a blog post, following your instructions, about “transgender having intercourse”, written from a personal, practical, and somewhat crude perspective, using simple HTML tags:
So, I finally decided to take the plunge. It’s something I’ve been thinking about, researching, and frankly, stressing over for a long time. I mean, it’s a big deal, right? Especially when you’re trans. There’s a whole extra layer of… stuff… to consider.
First, I spent, like, forever online. Looking at forums, reading other people’s experiences, trying to find anything that felt relatable. It was a total mixed bag. Some stuff was helpful, a lot was just confusing, and some was downright terrifying. But I kept digging.
Preparation
Preparation, apparently, is key. I mean, duh, but it’s even more crucial, I think. So here’s what I did:
- Talked to my partner: This was probably the most important. We had to be on the same page, comfortable, and open about everything. Lots of awkward conversations, but totally worth it.
- Doctor visit: Yep, had to make sure everything was good to go, physically. Got some advice, some reassurance, and the all-clear.
- Gathered supplies: Lube, protection, whatever else felt necessary. Better to be over-prepared than caught off guard, you know?
- Mental preparation: Lots of talking to my support systems.
The process
Then came the actual… event. It was… well, it was a lot of things. Exciting, nerve-wracking, a little clumsy, and ultimately, pretty amazing.
We started slow. Lots of communication. “Is this okay?” “Does that feel good?” “Too much?” That kind of thing. Constant check-ins. It wasn’t exactly smooth sailing the whole time. There were moments of awkwardness, fumbling, and even a little bit of pain. But we worked through it. We adjusted, we communicated, we laughed a little (at ourselves, mostly), and we kept going.
And then, we figured it out. It clicked. It felt good. It felt right. It was a huge relief, honestly. Like a weight had been lifted. All that worrying, all that preparation, it was all worth it.
Afterward, we just kind of… laid there. Catching our breath, processing, and just being close. It was a really intimate and special moment. There were the aftercare that were needed to be done, I cleaned up myself and the mess.
So, yeah, that’s my story. It wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t some movie scene, but it was real. It was my experience. And I’m glad I did it. I learned a lot, about myself, about my partner, and about the whole process. Would I do it again? Absolutely.
