Sleeping Hermaphroditus

There is an old sculpture called the Sleeping Hermaphrodite and for those who have not seen her there is no question she is gorgeous, the most beautiful transwoman of her time.

Last year I had my friend, who is a transwoman, over for dinner and drinks just the two of us. We both love jazz and red wine and quickly stared to dance, when a slow song started we both came in close and held each other. At one point I kissed her, I was shocked that I had let my guard down but she held my face and kissed me right back. Then she put my hand on her breast as she started to take off my pants. As she bumped against me it became clear just how ready we both were.

After that long night we have both stayed close friends. But there was something special about that night.