What makes a kiss trans and what makes a kiss queer?

I ask again, what makes a kiss trans and what makes a kiss queer? 

If someone is trans and queer and another just queer, is it a trans kiss or a queer kiss? Maybe it's a trans/queer kiss or even a queer/trans kiss?

These are the thoughts that wriggle across my eyelids as I try to sleep after our first (kiss). 

Oh! And more! Against what marker does a kiss become queer? Is it when you use the chain round my neck to pull me towards you? When you softly kiss the hardness which punctures my nipple? The one accompanied by a deliberately gender affirming "good boy"? 

It's not all sexy: I have some vaguely Foucauldian thoughts like if two trans and/or queer people woke up on an island that wasn't sullied by society, would the kiss still be trans and/or queer or would it just be a kiss? 

I know all this is fascinating to you. 

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My friend Bry affectionately uses the term "non-bin". Myself and another friend absolutely delight in this phrase. 

"Omg hot non-bin is here". "I wonder what non-bin I could kiss this eve?".  

Non-bin x non- bin. Kiss kiss. 

I am a relatively new non-bin. The title still feels tender and unearnt. A current kissing is of someone who is both non-bin and trans. We kiss everywhere, geographically (pub, street, park, shop) and bodily (palms, eyelids, clit, knees). I wonder if that means I am now closer to queer than ever before, closer to existing. 

I think back to kisses before I was talking about being queer to others. When I was only having that conversation with myself. Those (cis het) men met out dancing to whom I lay down the traps of love. They stepped in willingly, even with delight, as their legs snapped in two. If I hated those kisses were they queer, if I enjoyed them were they straight? 

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But back to the first kiss with my new man- I know that's what you're here for. I know you want to pant to rich description. Sit back, roll down, touch. 

To disappoint, I will not allow it. It is too perfectly mine. But I will give you this:  

When I shyly showed him this writing, the first under my own name for a long long time, we had a long long kiss. It was so delicious, I lost sight of if it was queer or trans, or queer and trans.

It just was, my whole body held in his open mouth. 

I'm Jen, interested in queer life/lives and reconnecting to my writing practice by practicing my writing.

@Jen__4eva