Your lede is an instant buzzkill. The jokes were bad, but calling me the pejorative 'tranny' and telling me to 'geddoverit' ain't gonna' fly.
Yes, I'm transgender. Yes, every year I get a mammogram, a pelvic exam, and a prostate exam. Yes, my body is, for the most part male, with an unmasculinized or insufficiently masculinized brain. It is what it is and I yam what I yam.
I'm a complete package, no a la carte. You (guy) can find my transgender-ness arousing, but if that's all you're here for, I'm turned off. I'm turned on by the "R" word, "Relationship," just like almost all other women. Even if it's only casual, I need to be certain I'm more than a(n exotic) hole to you.
Let's date. Let's go on a day trip. Let's swap 'war stories' (I'm retired military.) I want to have a sense of who I'm shagging.
And don't call me 'tranny.'
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