I’ve watched Leo get followed in parking lots. I’ve seen the double-takes at the mailroom. I’ve fielded the passive-aggressive note from the downstairs neighbor about “someone in a dress” using the wrong laundry machine.
By Alex R. Living with Strangers, Finding Family My-Femboy-Roommate
Living with a femboy has made me a more patient, stylish, and emotionally intelligent person. It’s expanded my definition of masculinity and femininity until those words barely feel useful anymore. Mostly, it’s just shown me that a good roommate is a good roommate—full stop. I’ve watched Leo get followed in parking lots