When I look handsome, tell me so. That look of appreciation in your eyes for my masculinity makes me melt.
Let me open doors for you, hold your umbrella, carry your bags, pull our your chair, refill your drink. These are the ways I call you precious.
When I am moody, let me have space. I will come back to you for help when I am ready.
Take my left elbow while we are walking. It makes me feel like I am promenading you, and plus our bodies can be closer that way than with handholding.
Don’t make a big deal out of it if I cook, clean, or cry. These may be “women’s things” (socialized or by nature, that’s a debate for another time) but I like to do them, I like my subversive gender, I was raised female too.
Buy me boy presents like cuff links, ties, a flask, suspenders, a watch caddy, a shoe-shine kit. These are tokens that show how you celebrate my gender expression, just like when I buy you lingerie, flowers, perfume, jewelry.
Watch (or read) porn with me sometimes. Then tell me how you’d do it better …
Don’t assume I’m stone just cause I’m (a top, and) butch. I like sex – and getting off.
Tell me when I fuck up, and let me fix it. I usually can. I’m handy that way.