Something very important for people to remember is that sometimes a trans-person may be asexual. So, they mightn't date anybody.

I'm a transgender person, but people have asked me who I'm attracted to and when I reply, "Women," they say, "So, you're a heterosexual male," and I have to explain, "No, I'm a non-binary trans-femme who is attracted to women." In my previous life, I found that I could easily be a woman's good friend, but not so easily be a woman's boyfriend.

The best analogy I can use to describe myself, though, is this. I remembered seeing my late hairdresser's father coming into the shop one day wearing a Holden Commodore cap, yet I'd seen him driving a Ford Falcon. I said to my hairdresser, "It's interesting that a man who drives a Falcon is wearing a Commodore cap." (Holden is known as GM/C in America, Vauxhall in Britain and Opel in Germany and Holden and Ford are archrivals) and she replied, "He's got a Commodore, as well." I knew another man who had a Commodore sedan and a Ford Falcon station wagon, and being my observant, autistic self, noted that the Commodore had been bought secondhand from a Ford dealer. He said that he liked the Commodore better and I said to him, "But one's a sedan and one's a wagon." I knew another man who had a Nissan Bluebird and a Toyota Corona (the first a sedan and the second a station wagon. The Bluebird was manual and the Corona automatic. He said that he'd drive the Bluebird for three weeks, and then he'd drive the Corona for three weeks and so on. He was a car buff. I describe my gender as being like the man with the Bluebird and the Corona, fluid.