So elephant in the room–I’m a trans girl. Not sure if ya’ll are interested in trans sluts (some of you will find “trans slut” to be a needlessly redundant expression, and this story will not disabuse you of that notion) but that’s what this story is about. The events I’m describing are all basically true as I recall them, some minor details have been changed for privacy reasons, some artistic license was taken in writing dialogue. IE, I don’t always remember exactly what a person said, and especially not in the context of this story, as you’ll see. But I’m very good at holding onto the broad strokes of my conversations, the emotional tone, etc., so you can take most of the dialogue to be very close to what was actually said, or in the very least, know that it perfectly captures the spirit of the moment!
**Content warnings:** per the subreddit rules, this post **does not** contain any depictions of non-consent, but there is a short description of what some may consider dubious consent (which involved only me–and to clarify, in retrospect, I consider it to have been **fully consensual**) and descriptions of substance abuse. You’ve been warned!