Jill Leflour

Let’s start with the bad news: Jill Leflour is not going to punch you in the face. On hearing about his talent in the boxing ring, guys tend to eagerly volunteer for target practice. But the 27-year-old has yet to punch anyone during sex, saying he’d only consider it if the other person is a trained fighter. Otherwise, he would really hurt them. Although it’s hard to imagine this warning puts too many guys off.

One habit the boxer can’t quit is saying “yes” to whatever people ask him to do in his DMs — this is how he got into modeling. Jill explains that probably half the shoots he books are because he’s trans and the other half because he’s a boxer. Although, being the diversity hire doesn’t bother him one bit.

A self-described “basic trans jock”, Jill embodies my belief that there’s a special relationship we trans people have to being basic. Having retained the same interests before and after transitioning, he’s happy to admit that what made him special as a girl makes him really basic as a guy. I mean, same.

This hunk evolution has a touchingly nerdy origin — as a teen in Normandy, France, Jill developed an obsession with ‘Cherub’, a book series following teen spies with karate training. It inspired Jill to pick up the martial art himself. He soon switched to Muay Thai out of a desire to actually hit something. Later, Jill moved to London to study a Master’s in Engineering at the London School of Economics and joined Knockout, a local LGBTQ+ boxing club. Pow!

Nothing gets Jill hotter than the blurred boundaries between friendship and fucking that characterize the gay world. It’s safe to say that he reaps the benefits of being immersed in the sex-drenched world of queer sport. According to Jill, everyone is fucking around at the boxing club, shagging too.

If you put a whole bunch of queers together…it’s inevitable.

Jill finds that, whether at the club or the sauna, guys pretty much never clock him as trans — which can lead to some moments of totally amusing confusion. One late night at a Dalston gay bar, Jill tells me, this lanky twink reached for his crotch while they were snogging, only to jump back with a look of absolute shock. The package he was attempting to grope was mysteriously absent. As it turned out, all was well! The twink was just as happy to suck trans dick in the bar’s disgusting toilet.

When we catch up, Jill is just returning from a weekend in the seaside village of Rye to celebrate his boyfriend’s husband’s birthday. Jill’s boyfriend, the husband and his boyfriend’s husband’s boyfriend were all in attendance. There’s loads of love going around, he says with a grin. He promises the weekend was innocent — in true nerdy style, the troupe mostly played board games.