bridget had a dream about me

Bridget arrived back to the house the day after i did:
so much for time alone in the apartment here…
she left Phoenix, AZ at 11:30 at night
and flew
disappearing three hours in the time-change
while sleeping on the plane
she had a dream:
”
i was in the back seat of a car
it wasn’t moving, no one else in it
the radio was on
you were talking about your recent success
the column you had in the magazine
how surprised you were that the gay magazine wanted to print your writing
— you had been writing about sex you had had with two women
which might just be the same old boring
“gay man turned straight” story
but then you went on to talk about how that was just a precurser to the really amazing thing in your life:
your new lover
who is an F to M tranny
and he’s blowing your mind and satisfying you in a way you’ve never been satisfied…
”
—
which is funny
because i’ve been thinking so much about heterosexual sex lately
and had the conversation [again] about wanting to know and F to M
and understand the path they walk
… sometime recently…