To love as a transsexual often feels as if I am in search of abuse. Transsexual adoration is misunderstood, unrequited, and mishandled. Often we seek intimacy when we are simply met with curiosities of taboo or a dirty secret tucked behind emotional baggage. We are often told we are not worth beauty in the way that our cis siblings are. Our love is regrettable and embarrassing. But our emotional compassion is incomprehensible and thus alluring. A form of affection unattainable to those who did not take part in the nativity of their self. May I equate myself with identities of the divine so that I may give my love with care and etherealness.