CisGender is the opposite of TransGender. The way some gays talk about opposite gender body parts makes me blush, not for terminology. As an ally, Iâ€™m mortified by bigotry within our ranks. One cister actually called me a â€˜trag-hagâ€™! This story exposes CisGender bigotry. I havenâ€™t lost my taste for crazy hot, with happy endings. Hereâ€™s a sweet lesbian romance about a girl who doesnâ€™t happen to have a pussy. Christy and I have finally entered the social scene againâ€¦a Welcoming and Affirming church. Sheâ€™s looking for a man. Iâ€™m looking for a lesbian. My wife of twenty-two years is now my BFF. I came out to her as a TransGender lesbian two years ago. She wonâ€™t touch me. Sheâ€™s tried. Before we met she was raped by something that claimed to be a transgender lesbian. When I came to terms with myself I came out to her. Ever since, we canâ€™t get intimate without her passing out. She needs a manâ€¦a real man. I love her enough to let her have him, whoever he is. I hope and pray she loves me enough to let me have my lesbian lover, whoever she is. Christy said sheâ€™s all for it. Is she? I donâ€™t want to lose my BFF of twenty years. I donâ€™t ask for much in life, just a happy marriage of four people who deeply love and respect each other, two of whom weâ€™ve not yet met. Yeah. Iâ€™m screwed. Music has only four genders: Soprano, Alto, Tenor and Bass. All four make sweet music together. I wish the world were like that. Gay men hit on me. I tell them Iâ€™m a TransLesbian. They say Iâ€™m a phobic straight scamming on lesbians. Would a sister treat me like that? Only the one I love.