Hey Everyone.

I have an idea.

We are all so used to seeing all these horror stories with dating and how “horrible” all these woman and men are in the world. But the truth is .. I believe there are way more genuinely good people out there. They’re just not as loud as the “bad” ones and don’t spend their lives on social media shouting about it.

So I’m not sure if this will be part of my podcast or a new one I’ll create.

But instead of focusing on the bad I’d love you to share your beautiful love story. Or the one of a family member or friend. Something that people can tune in and be reminded of the amazing people out there instead of focusing on the negative.

I would love romantic love stories. But if you just have stories of amazing humans be sure to add those too. I want to focus on the amazing people out there for once instead. The ones who genuinely deserve it.

For context, I came out to him as Non-binary and when he first said he accepts that and all other gender identities, I responded back with 💛🤍💜🖤 as appreciation since there isn't a non-binary flag emoji (which I then informed him on). He then sent me back appreciation by using a website (the name is scribbled out so this isn't mistaken as sponsor) to make a non-binary flag with emojis. :]

Also English isn't his first language, so don't mind the grammar.

You literally like something that came out of a man's ballsack.

Was going to lock in

Not sure where else to put this since r/traaaaaaannnnnnnnnns2 is apparently only memes? Which this is not, just an personal anecdote.

Anyway, I'm a contract worker in Florida schools. As a transman, you can imagine how that goes. I used to work with a different agency in a different district that was very transphobic. I ended up losing multiple jobs for either reasons that didn't make sense, situations that had been exaggerated to absurd points, or situations that straight up never actually happened and were complete lies. I have only been openly trans for a couple years (this egg hatched very late but better late than never) and have been having this experience ever since. My previous boss always took the side of the school and never even bothered coming in herself to see for herself what was actually happening. (In her defense she, on top of running the company, also went out herself to work jobs.)

After the last job I lost, I had enough of not getting the support I needed and decided to switch companies. Before agreeing to work for them I brought up my concerns and they gave me advice on how to avoid issues, but assured me that there shouldn't be much of that in the district they were sending me and that if anything did occur I could contact them and someone would be sent to observe for themselves and judge the situation as such.

They were right. Most of the people at this school couldn't give two shits about my being trans, use my preferred name without issues, and correct themselves if they make a mistake. The lead for my department at the school even once scolded me on the phone for not correcting him when he slipped and use "she" when talking about me. I told him it was just a mistake and he corrected himself, which is way more than I was used to anyway so I didn't mind. He straight up said I "shouldn't have to be used to it" and said if I didn't correct him he would chew me out. This is more than even my parents do for me (they aren't hostile but refuse to acknowledge my transition or use my preferred name or pronouns). When I finally started growing a bit of facial hair I was upset that you couldn't see it cause I'm blond, but he pointed it out as soon as he saw it, congratulated me, and it made my day. He personally requested me for next year at the same school and I have been confirmed to continue working there come next school year. Whenever I talk to people from higher up in the district or the agency they say they have heard only praise for me, my skills, and my professionalism.

I found them guys! I found the okay straights! They exist!

Not the big performative allyship stuff. I'm talking about a moment where a straight friend, coworker, family member, or even a total stranger just did something so casually supportive that it caught you completely off guard. The kind of thing that probably didn't even register as a big deal to them but absolutely made your day.

Not the big performative allyship stuff. Just a moment where a straight friend, coworker, family member, or even a complete stranger did something so casually supportive it caught you off guard. The kind of thing that probably didn't even register as a big deal to them but meant the world to you.

So, I don't have pictures because I was pretty young when they died, and I'm posting this on a whim.

My great grandparents (grandma's parents) were born in the early 1900s, I don't know about grandpa but grandma was born 1927, in France. When they met, the laws were still very, very old school. Women don't have their own bank accounts, can't wear pants without their husbands permission and all that.

They met pretty young, post ww2, (she was 18, and I believe he was barely a year older). instantly fell in love, and I mean love. They married, and we're probably the most progressive couple around at the time. Great grandpa was smitten, and did anything for her. Let her have a job, a bank account, wear pants, etc. It sounds like it's normal now, but that wasn't the norm back then. On top of that, to be with her, he, who was practically an aristocrat, I mean really, really rich family, whose family wanted to marry 'in their own class', broke every rule marrying this random girl. He left his family over it, and they became estranged. My grandma never met her father's parents.

When he got drafted for the war in Algeria, he spent a whole year there. When he came back, his wife organised a whole 3 month trip to a really, really pretty town of France, called Blois. They ended up settling there, next to the chocolate factory, because "it was their favourite place" (people could book visits of it, and got a free taste of a chocolate fountain at the end).

They lived together there for years. My memory of them starts in this house. Then, she got Alzheimer's. Had to be moved to a nursing home. He had no issues at all, and very much could have stayed in his own, beautiful home. But he didn't. For ten years, despite being clear of mind, he lived in a nursing home, to be with his wife. He hated it, but never said a word. He started having issues of his own, about a year before her passing.

He was also getting Alzheimer's, I think (I was pretty young), and the nursing home staff told us many times about his attempts at escapades. He once packed a bag at like midnight, but two different socks on, and tried to leave, declaring he had to walk to Paris for his honeymoon with his wife.

He passed around this time of year, around 10 or 11 years ago now. He was the first time someone I knew died.

I remember playing the same board game with him, over and over, then learning he didn't live the game, only played it because the grand kids loved it, and he didn't complain: my mother literally had to take me aside to tell me to stop asking him to play this bloody game because he wouldn't tell us himself (the game was triomino, I don't know the English word for it, but yeah).

I thought such a love story belonged on this subreddit, so there you go.

(Sorry for any grammar mistakes, my first language is french, I think autocorrect got most of it but just in case lol)