Every day, I get people friending me on flickr, and when I go to check them out, I find that a disturbing number of them seem to have gone through a surprisingly similar routine in their self-photography.
What they seem to do is take a few pictures of themselves facing the camera, with their heads cuts off, and then they turn around and bend over for the camera.
Read More»I have often wondered whether I am being unduly generous with myself in allowing that I might be two spirits in one body.
But then, I have an experience that reinforces the truth of that assertion.
I was out and about yesterday, doing my thing in a pretty patterned skirt, pink tights and a white top – and yet I felt every bit a man. It was a bizarre feeling of being trapped inside these feminine clothes, and having to force every girly action. I was totally pretending.
I was feeling strong and somewhat aggressive and practical; not the slightest bit soft.
I remember saying to myself, “These stupid shoes – how am I supposed to get anywhere in these!?” And, “Why am I doing this?”
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Yesterday, it finally happened.
I don’t normally kiss and tell, but as there really wasn’t any kissing involved, I feel somewhat free to tell all.
Yes, I met a man. We talked for a while, and I found him intelligent and forthright. Long story short, he gave the impression that I could count on seeing him in the future pretty much whenever I wanted.
Having built a rapport based on trust, I allowed him to get me inebriated. Pretty soon, he got me out of my clothes, and then took out his enormous um… equipment… and, slowly but surely, penetrated me.
By the time he was all the way in, I had actually fallen asleep. It seems he had drugged me…
Read More»Crossdressers come in all shapes and sizes, and among the variations are those who take on the female role and attire only if they are “forced” to do it. It feeds into a not uncommon fetish that involves giving away their power, on being ordered around, objectified and humiliated.
For my money, it is a tad misogynistic. My reply to a discussion on this topic on another site was:
“I love being a t-girl. As such, I don’t consider it demeaning, or somehow ‘a step down’ to go from being a man to a woman; rather, it is a joy and a pleasure! Implication: I don’t have any interest in forced feminization…”
I thought I’d repeat it here for a couple of reasons.
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It is an inevitable challenge of being a heterosexual t-girl to decipher why it is that you like what you see in the mirror, to distinguish between your internal self and your external self.
As a non-T guy, you can look in the mirror and think that you look good, and that’s as far as it goes.
But, as a trans-woman, your impression is clouded by the simple fact that your guy side will be attracted to your female presentation.
So, when you look in the mirror, are you a woman admiring herself just as any single-gendered person might?
Or, are you a guy, being turned on by that woman in the mirror, whom you know you can have, who you know will do the things you want…
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