A few years ago I went to a friend’s party. I was a little tipsy, so I took a car home. I felt unusually chatty & so I talked to the driver. I just wanna pause a second & say that Uber drivers tend to be chatty in most of the cities I’ve visited, & that’s not always the case here in NYC. A lot of cabbies here just want to mind their business. But anyway…
The cabbie asked about my girlfriend, & for some reason, even though I usually let random strangers assume what they want, I told him that I’m gay. He opened up & seemed a bit more interested after that, so I also told him I was trans, which is certainly another thing never bring up without purpose, but I had a certain sense about him.
I figured he’d go through the roof & I was, of course, right. He said he’d been looking for a trans guy for a long time. As he spoke it was obvious he conflated being a trans guy with being a bottom, but I was a bottom back then, & more importantly, enjoying a game I’m well practiced in, so I rolled with it.