Transphobia

You want to know what transphobia is to me?

It's the guy who's 12 years older than you and who has wanted you since you were still a girl refusing to acknowledge that you're not a girl.

It's him taking advantage of when you say you feel safe with him and like things were less complicated than they are now.

It's him touching your chest, repeatedly, against your will.

It's his teeth marks left as bruises in your neck.

It's him saying that, since you think you're a boy, this is the closest to gay he'll ever get.

It's him taking advantage of the fact that your still female body betrays you with gasps and moans.

It's him asking, afterwards, if you're remembering why you're a lesbian.

It's him hugging you too long when you plaster on a smile and pretend it wasn't rape so you can leave.

It's him messaging you afterwards that, if you ever want a proper cuddle, you know where to find him.

It's knowing it's your fault for being a monster.

That is what, today, transphobia is to me.