My big love story is about the most amazing man I have ever met.

I used to be a big muscle Mary, who had 10 failed relationships, followed by their heart wrenching breakups prior to meeting him. Unbeknown to him, I was trapped and hiding in a prison of masculinity, unable to truly be myself.

We had a beautiful 3 year relationship.

Towards the end I gradually came to terms with my actual gender, and came out to him as trans. Though our romantic and sexual relationship ended there, our relationship in general transitioned to that of each other's closest family member, next of kin, a different kind of soulmate.

He looks after me and protects me fiercely, always encouraging me to finally be myself. My real family also sees this and has also adopted him as one of them. He also encouraged me to utilise my performance skills and get into drag, which I quickly started to do well at.

I'm finally on the right path in life and I'm going through it with something I wish everyone could have.

Happy Mardi Gras