When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I do is run my fingers through my belly fur. This may seem odd, but feeling the long curly strands against my slightly rounded belly is one of my favorite sensations. The rest of me is quite hairless – you can barely see the hair on my arms and my beard hair is practically non-existent. Even my eyebrows are lacking – they only extend half the normal length and my eyelashes sadly match. My legs are slightly hairy and the hair on my head is slowly disappearing, albeit much faster this past year. My belly hair is at least five times thicker than any other part of my body, save my special bits. When people comment on my general hairlessness, which happens quite often, I lift up my shirt to show them my treasure. I love the squeals it elicits. Some say itâ€™s too much, that I should shave it because it doesn’t match the rest of my body and a part of me agrees. Symmetry is important, but I can’t bear to lose something I waited and worked so hard for. Had I been born with the male body my brain imagines when I close my eyes, I most likely would be trimming it so as not to unduly surprise my lovers. When I started transitioning seven years ago, I prayed that it would make me hairy, or at least make my eyebrows whole. I’ve been sorely disappointed in that department, so every time I long for more hair on the rest of my body, I put my hands under my shirt, rub them around and breathe a sigh of relief. It may not seem like much to you, but itâ€™s the best feeling I know.
Bio: Kian is a gay trans man living in New Hampshire. He currently enjoys politics, gardening and activism.
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