Free transgender dating
I usually get very forward messages from guys who just want me for my body.They view me as exotic, a kink, something new to try.These guys want to chill somewhere less public or exclusively at their place so they won’t be seen with me.I have actually “dated” (if you can even call it that) some of these men, including one guy who checked his apartment’s hallway to make sure his neighbours wouldn’t see me leave his place.As I click, message and swipe through the world of online dating, I’ve quickly learned that there are at least three different types of guys: those who fetishize trans women, those who are curious but cautious, and those who simply don’t read.Unfortunately, these labels don’t appear on their profiles.As a transgender woman, my relationship with online dating is complicated to say the least.
With these men, I went on dates in public at the movies, or a chill restaurant, and I was viewed as more than a new sexual experience—but I don’t think I was seen as potential relationship material either. We vibed well and there was sexual tension building during our dates. After a month, he reached out to me saying he couldn’t be with me because I am transgender.Before it went further, I did my routine check of asking, “You know I’m right? I sat in the back seat of my car in complete shock.In that moment, I was mostly concerned about my safety.As a 22-year-old grad starting a career in fashion (and hopefully, one day, my own size-inclusive clothing line), I am drawn to guys who are funny and ambitious.There’s no bigger turn-off than someone who does the bare minimum—except maybe body odour. Being 5’9″, I still like to be able to look up to my man, literally.After realizing that I deserved so much better and was wasting my time with these guys, I stopped giving them attention.After one too many encounters with men who were fetishizing me, I started to spend time on guys who actually wanted to get to know me.” helped me whittle down the number of guys I talked to by half.Thanks to Tinder, profile pictures say more than a thousand words—and actual words seem to be irrelevant on our profiles.I stayed in my back seat for probably five minutes to make sure he was gone.When I got back into the front seat to drive home, I still felt uneasy.