The campus locked down on Saturday at 10:00 AM. I was waiting around in a friend’s house until seven when I would be able to go over to the place in Brooklyn I’ll be staying in for the next month.
While I was in the bathroom at my friend’s house I took some selfies. I posted them on Instagram; my first Instagram post.
Sunday night I was in the place in Brooklyn, lying on a mattress in the living room. I was swiping through dating apps, including one that matches you up with others based on your shared hatred. The grey cat hasn’t come near me yet. I bored and frightened him. The black cat was sitting beside me rubbing her head against my hand and my phone. Instagram notified me that I had a new message.
“Hi, are you trans?”
I took a minute then I responded: “Yes, why?”
“I wasn’t sure. I love trannys. You happen to look beautiful.”
I asked if it was that obvious that I was trans.
“Not at all!” He said that his friend told him that a Bobov’er Bucher (a male teenager from the Bobov sect) with my name “went trans.”
He was still stuck in the Chasidic Community. He was obviously rebelling since he had a phone.
He said “What are your plans? I’m just getting so turned on. I hope you’ll succeed in everything you do. ❤️”
He asked if I was on hormones.
He asked how my family is dealing with my transition.
He asked how my body changed.
He asked if I was planning on getting Sexual Reassignment Surgery.
He said “Wow!” He asked “When?”
He said “You should know that you’re very brave and I love you.”
He said “I might come visit you one day.”
He asked why I decided to come out as trans.
He asked “But why did you decide to go trans? There are a lot secular people who are straight gay, why did you choose to be trans?”
He asked if I have a “before and after” picture.
I told him that wasn’t polite.
He apologized. “It’s just that I’m very into trans lately, I love trans porn etc. I love the whole combination, the boo[b]s and the cock and all. It’s very arousing.”
Monday morning I explored the “Industrial City,” a warehouse area turned hippie marketplace. I started my one and a half hour walk to Trader Joe’s. My phone buzzed: I received a message.
“Can’t stop thinking about u love.”
