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Lionel's Story - a Transgender take on Sex. From my book of interviews: Where do Babies Come From? Available on Amazon Kindle





Researching the interviews, I asked people


1 How did you learn the facts of life?

2 What facts were they?


The setting for the following two interviews was a Piers Luxon Bespoke party in the Cotswolds.  Bertie and Lionel were waiters.  I was the floor show, as Madame Galina Ballet Star Galactica.

Bertie, 20, was sporty, gorgeous of jaw, wearing black jeans so tight his balls were easily visible squished one or either side of the great divide.


Bertie

Aged eleven, biology, we were sat down two to a desk to watch a video of a family of nudists, all coming out of their bedrooms one at a time. The film would pause itself for you to see all their bits with a voice-over elaborating. The real actors faded to cartoon characters for the, What went where… details, including helpful cross-sections of thrusting.

The teacher, Mr Simmons, later distributed condoms for us to fit correctly over cucumbers and carrots. He gave detentions to anyone who made a water balloon. He so didn’t want to listen to what I had to contribute.

I’d started on sex early. I was raised around sex and fun, turned on by lots of shit. I was a Mowgli and a hawk eye; very free and frisky.

I lost my virginity during a threesome on an upturned boat in Cyprus. I got me, Sonny and Sophie going at everything I’d seen up till then.

Though we three really had nothing to offer.

Little nuggets.

We were six and a half.



Lionel, 17, wore light make up and a black, lace stock instead of a bow tie. 


Lionel

Bertie said he wondered when my year came to do Sex Ed lessons what I would make of them.

The lessons were the bog standard, What swells up to go into what gets wet…

I could feel my penis wanting to turn in on itself. Not the fear of there being teeth down there — I’ve read about that — just totally against the whole penetration aspect.

And not that at the time I was wanting to have the female experience. That followed later.

I absolutely wish I menstruated. I feel I have a woman’s psyche. I want to give birth.  Nurture.

I hope, through scientific developments, research, whatever, that I’ll at some point be able to give birth.

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