Tattoo
His trans surgery was no surprise to me. We’d begun dating three years after he’d fully arrived, as he liked to say.
But, I didn’t see them until we were six months together. It wasn’t even during a particularly intimate moment, not that we’d had many. He just said he wanted to show me something and silently pulled his t-shirt over his head.
I hadn’t seen him in this way yet and I was preoccupied by his defined abs and muscles before I noticed the tattoos. Just above each of his nipples were what looked like three-inch knobby tree clubs, with vines trailing up around each of them. And each club was rooted in a beautiful watercolor-blue cloud.
He laid there and let me trace them. Only when I was up close could I see the club tattoos covered up his breast removal scars. I gasped. It was beautiful work.
I looked up and saw shyness and apprehension in his eyes. He blinked when he saw my eyes go misty – I was so grateful for the trust he’d given me.
“They’re amazing,” I breathed. “What does it mean?”
“The scars are the Ace Of Wands. From the classic Waite tarot deck. It symbolizes a rebirth and a major pivotal moment in one’s life. It seemed fitting after I became me.”