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Video instructions and help with filling out and completing Fill Form 2220 Chooses

Instructions and Help about Fill Form 2220 Chooses

I've been thinking about something that connects all of us: our stories of love. And even though each of our stories might vary, we pretty much all have some story to tell. I have a love story - it starts something like this: once upon a time, my husband used to be my girlfriend. Is everybody following me here? You got that? Let me clarify: when I first met my husband, he was a she in physical form. Anyway, my husband was born transgender. I was born cisgender. In organic chemistry terms, "cis" means on the same side as in the chemical bond, while "trans" means on the opposite side. So, I identify as a cisgender female because my biological sex and my gender identity are a match for me. But my partner's original biological sex of female and his own gender identity of male were not a match for him. And after three years of being together, she came to me and told me she needed to transition to male. And over the next ten years, she became he through hormones, surgeries, and lots and lots of therapy. But all along, our love evolved. It's pretty wild being with someone who is physically morphing from female to male right before your very eyes, especially since she was my first experience being with a female-bodied person. I remember the first time I saw her. I remember thinking, "Oh my god, it's you." The first time we kissed, something connected so deeply inside of me. She felt like my home. We really related to each other as a Butch and femme couple. Our connection was immediate and strong. I couldn't ignore it. And I'm sure some of you here can relate to that feeling. That's when she told me she was transgender. And...