As most of you know, I'm a male to female cross dresser and I enjoy having sex with men, I'm gay. As I read this article about Charity Sex I originally thought Heidi might be a T-girl, too! She's not, however, I Googled her.
The fact is, I've actually done Charity Sex for a very long time. In fact, it is because of Charity Sex I didn't get beat-up as often as many other boys and it was instrumental in how I came to obtain my low morals.
Over my cross dressing and queer career, I've come to learn one thing about most every man; they usually want quickie NSA sex from an unknown bitch or slut. The men I've performed for told me they prefer I "look" exactly that way. Apparently, they're not too particular what gives them their release, it just has to look like a woman. It can be so-so at sucking cock so long as it does that without question.
I prefer dark and private places and highly recommend deserted parking lots and parked cars!
Because I'm gay I've learned that men, almost all men, have enormous
dicks. They make behaving like a naughty woman a challenge.
Ironically, they also believe that they are allowing a woman to have sex with them.
I feel it's really a gift you not only give to your partner,
you give to yourself.
One night I heard a loud party going on above me. So, I turned off the TV, listened, and decided to join the party and hoped to take one (or three!) for the team. I didn't head into my bedroom or get sexy, I went upstairs and offered oral sex to every man who wanted it. And you know what? I was actually pretty busy for some time! They were letting a porn movie run in the background but weren't really watching it, they were sitting on the sofa watching me suck cock!
I used to think I did it because the guy was feeling down or a blow job merely gave him a boost and I was a queer. I quickly learned I especially enjoyed doing it because it's been days, weeks, or even months without him having any sex at all and I absolutely, without question, love his climax!
I feel oral sex is not only for him but it's also for me. I care less if he's fresh from the shower or tastes like piss, he's all wound up and "wants" it while I simply enjoy it! Fortunately, there's nothing like a little free-bee oral sex to help lift a horny man out of that wasteland of a "routine" rut. I merely put myself in a questionable position and wear obviously short dresses!
I make it a habit to never confuse charity sex with pity sex. You may or may not know they're nothing alike. Pity sex is .. well, just pity. This kind of sex leaves me a little resentful because I'm told I "have to" do it. Charity sex on the other hand, is something you voluntarilly want to do. I think of it like this: Pity sex is about me being forced to check sex off my to-do list, while Charity sex is all about a win-win situation with a man! And who knows where that might lead?
Yes, I know, some will say; Why have sex if you're only getting him off?
Well, for starters, I enjoy it! I also know I speak for myself when I say, making my orgasm a goal puts a lot of needless pressure on both of us. Being gay, having low morals and being a male to female cross dresser is what I am. I never worry about my orgasm, I simply focus on his.
I hear the endearing sounds he makes and the taste of his ejaculate confirms my accomplishment. All his actions are merely responses to my womanly wiles. I do my best to enjoy the entire process while I'm allowed to be his personal he/she cock-sucking bitch and I get to experience everything about the experience. His cumming might take a long time but I know he'll eventually cum, it's only physical, it's biology.
The destination is usually never thought of as more important than the journey, but it is an important step. If one path doesn't get you to where you want to be, try another! Boys did that for me. Forcing yourself to go through the motions of giving multiple blow jobs can actually lead to you getting more things. It works!
With most sex you may not feel you're in the mood but if you wait for the desire to arrive you could be waiting for a very long time. Instead, why not take the initiative? I know I'm a T-girl and I know life is simply too short, adopting low morals ought to be a plus!
In closing, I recommend every T-girl has the blessing of sex, especially oral, but by all means forget about your orgasm and forget the big tips. You know you simply passed his examination because you can taste it. If you do get a nice tip, good for you!
Remember, it's charity.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
Thought I'd try my hand at writing fiction
I read some where that the Internet is 55% porn and 45% writers. I wonder are they writers of porn? It is said the biggest difference between fact and fiction is that fiction has to follow believability. They also say there's a kernel of truth in all fiction and that the true art is separating it from that truth. Please allow me to offer this:
When I lived in South San Francisco with my wife we had a small apartment on the ground floor of a six apartment complex. We moved there after moving around from place to place because we were making more money and things were getting better for us. My wife had just gotten pregnant so we figured we needed a place closer to her home and family.
Our next door neighbor was a man named Don Williams who lived with many girl friends, coincidentally all name Barbara. He worked as a security guard at the local shopping mall and he stole things on a regular basis. I always thought he was a bit strange and might've been quietly violent with his live-in girl-friends because I know they rarely stayed with him very long.
One incident I clearly remember was when he left a puppy in the garage. This garage was a common area type space shared by three families. I parked my car in one of the garage stalls along with an older woman’s daughter who attended college, and Don. The woman had three other children in school and was working because her husband had left her for another woman about four years earlier. Her life didn't need to be complicated by Don and she parked on the street anyway.
No one knew the puppy was in the garage because Don didn’t tell anyone! Needless to say the puppy growled at someone and one of the three main garage doors was left open. The puppy was let out by accident. Apparently it was now lost.
Don went to each person who shared the garage and asked if they left one of the doors open and allowed his puppy to get out. As he went from apartment to apartment he also had a gun in his hand at his side. He told me that he was going to shoot the person he felt was responsible for letting his puppy out. I assured him it wasn’t me and I said he didn't need to have the gun because I knew the woman was as scared as I.
Evidently, what I said didn't matter to him and I would learn a lot about him later.
The dog was found and all was forgiven, but Don never came back to update us. The cops were called but didn't show and the woman moved away unceremoniously. What an incident!
Meanwhile, I have always had a strong desire to cross dress and preferred men over women for sex but married a real woman so I would seem "normal and straight" to my family and friends. I thought I was strong enough to be seen as another queer but I thought that's what they wanted from me. But I digress.
I hid my cross dressing desires and my homosexual likes from my wife. While she was away at work, I was cross dressing almost every day. I used lipstick and beard cover make up, otherwise I was without it. I would put on a dress and heels and clean the apartment. On the nights she told me she would be working late I felt I had plenty of time to go full out with complete face make up. It was on one of these nights that Don somehow spied on me.
A few days later he came over to my apartment, co-incidently, just after my wife was gone on her way to visit her mom in the city. He knocked on my door and started a rather complex conversation. I was wearing my bath robe as I answered the door.
He said, “Hi” to me and then told me he thought he saw my sister here at the apartment a day or two before. I told him my sister has never been here and he must have been mistaken. He looked at the floor and insisted she must have been here, or else he had been imagining it all. We laughed.
He then got very serious and pointed at my feet and asked, “Are you wearing nylons?”
I looked down at my feet. I was totally focused on the time of my wife's departure and subsequent return and was in the process of putting on my feminine underwear when he knocked. I simply forgot to put on pajamas and slippers. I just stared at him because I didn't know what to say. He interrupted my answer by telling me what my "sister" looked like.
I found his description disarming! His choice of words were very exact.
He described my sister as being exactly my height, about my same weight, maybe a bit lighter. She had dark shoulder length hair that easily could have been a wig, dark eyes, wore the perfect amount of make up to suit him by the way and, oh yeah, she had very nice full looking bright red lips! He paused and said he really liked a girl who wore her make up a bit on the heavy side because it turned him on, it made him horny as hell. He was holding his dick at the time and asked, ”Ya know what I mean?”
I ignored the fact I was obviously wearing pantyhose and told him again he must be mistaken because my sister doesn't look anything like me. I said good-bye and began to shut my apartment door but he blocked me by using his foot. He said he might have to agree with me about my sister but then asked if he could come in for a few minutes?
Not wishing to cause a scene and knowing he had a gun, I invited him in. He asked for some coffee and I got it for him. While my back was facing him he mentioned my nylon covered calves and said they were kind of sexy. He also said heels would probably enhance my already nicely shaped butt. I said nothing, I was thinking what does he expect from me? What does he want? We took our seats at the kitchen table and he went on describing "her" to me but this time in greater detail.
He said she was wearing a body shirt which was loud pink, long sleeved, and had ruffles up the front. This was puled over a bright red bra, the kind that went down to your hips. You could only kind of see through the sleeves. He said she also wore a brown mini skirt type dress with a bib front, it was a full skirt with straps which buttoned onto the bib front of the dress, like a maid might wear. He said he remembered his live-in girls called that an A-line skirt. As he sipped his coffee he looked directly at me and added, “The skirt was so short I could see her yellow panties when she sat down next to the bed to put on her heels.”
I was absolutely shocked! He must have seen me, but how?
He casually added that watching her do that was a real turn-on for him! He said looking up a girl's skirt was something he really got off on and he was very glad for the fitted mini. He went on to describe her jet black shiny nylons, and 4 inch silver spiked high heels. When he finished he just smiled and sipped his coffee.
I knew he was describing me from two days earlier and his description was to a tee! I knew this because it was my only drag outfit. I said, "I can’t think of anything to say, Don. You obviously know no woman like that was ever here. So, what do you want from me?"
He then said, in a reflective manner, "I can even remember the make up she was wearing, too. She had the brightest red lips, they shined like they had glitter on them, or maybe they were just coated in really shinny lip gloss. Her lips stand out in my mind. I liked looking at them."
"Anything else, Don.", I said.
"Her big seductive brown eyes were colored the perfect shade of blue and pink, with the longest, darkest lashes I've ever seen on a woman, they had to be fake. Her cheeks were a very sexy purple-ish pink combo and the long dangly earrings with the tight necklace and wrist bracelets were a special turn on for me."
Like I said, it was me to a tee! This was also my best make up scheme! To change the subject, I asked him about her tits, did he see them? He replied, "No, I didn't really see her actual tits, nope.” He sipped more coffee and suddenly he pointed his finger at me and said, almost as an after thought, “I didn't see no pussy on her either, though.”
There was a pregnant pause and he then looked me squarely in the eye and said, “I'll bet she would've sucked a cock!”
I became angry and indignant and admitted he was actually talking about me! I told him to stop it! He seemed to ignore what I said and went on, “She just looked like she was the type that wanted to suck somebody's cock. I'll even bet she would’ve sucked anybody's cock no matter who was willing to give it to her. What do think, Bill?"
I didn't know how to answer. He finished with, "Ya know, now that I think about it, she could’ve been your twin sister. I mean your identical twin sister, except for the moustache."
He stood, and with an exhaled breath for emphasis, said I should follow him to his apartment. He said I wouldn't need any shoes, he had something on his bed for me.
I was somewhat dejected and didn’t finish my coffee, I just got up and went with him. I suspected he was going to ask me to give him a blow job. I didn't know how I'd do that but I would!
Once inside his apartment he looked me in the eyes, and while pointing at my feet, he told me I should quit playing games. I hung my head and admitted to dressing as a woman, I was numb. He told me to go into the bedroom and check out what he had for me.
I went into the bedroom to see what it was and I was only mildly shocked. He had spread on his bed a new package of black seamed nylons, a new red and purple garter belt, the real wide kind with six belts, a black long-line bra trimmed with silver sequins next to a box of falsies, and an expensive long red straight hair wig. There was also a shoe box with white heels in it and a red camisole trimmed in white fur with matching panties. He also had a basic assortment of make up and a bottle of cheap perfume.
I turned around to face him and asked what he expected me to do with this stuff. His smile was kind of evil and his answer was very direct. He opened my robe, looked me up and down and said, "Simple. Put it on. Go kind of heavy on the make up, Bill, and especially heavy on your lips. Use just a bit of the perfume and come back into the living room and show me what kind of woman you are.”
"You've got to be kidding!" I protested.
“Nope.", he said. "I think you can handle that, baby." And he moved in so close I could smell his breath and said, "If I like what I see, I’m gonna be nice to you and fuck you in your faggot ass.”
He backed away and said, "That's what you want isn't it, bitch?"
I was still a virgin and I was scared shitless! I just knew if I stayed I would be raped. I started to run. I was going to head for the front door and go into my own apartment. I had no clue what I would do if he knocked again.
He grabbed me by my upper arm, spun me around and pinned my arm behind my back and held me up against the wall with his full body. He stopped me very effectively. Between his weight pressing me against the wall and his knee in my crotch he told me I might want to see some Polaroids he had also taken of me in drag.
"I don't think I'm kidding, faggot!", he said. “Now hurry up, we only have until your wife comes home in two days!" He was wickedly laughing as he let go of me and walked away.
I didn't know what else I could do, I began to cry. He came back to me and lifted my head by my chin and got real close and said he didn’t care if I cried like a little bitch, as long as I did as he told me. I slid down the wall and sat on the floor crying, he lifted me back onto my feet and told me to go get girly for him. He said, "To me you're a woman."
He also reminded me we had two whole days to get to know each other. I resigned myself to the fact I was going to be sexually abused by him and sobbed as I got dressed for him.
I did my best makeup and when I was totally dolled up I went into the living room. I was proud and stood in the middle of the living room and displayed myself to him. He sat on the couch looking at me. He made me turn around for him, slowly, so he could get a good look. He had me turn around four times. He walked over to me when my back was facing him and rubbed my ass, he said, "You’re one fine looking dick sucker, for a guy with a dick of his own. I'm gonna like fucking you!”
We were standing in the middle of his living room, I was dressed like a female whore and he was looking more and more like my date. He told me he fixed some cigarette tobacco mixed with cyanide in a pipe for me while I was getting dressed. Then he gave the pipe to me and lit it, he told me to smoke it. He told me to take "manly" sized hits and be sure to in-hale. While I smoked he rubbed my thighs and fondled my bare ass, he said with heels I actually made a pretty good looking woman.
I took one big hit and got very high, very quickly. Higher than I ever got before! With just a few hits my head was buzzing and my vision was blurred. I told him I was getting dizzy and couldn't take any more. He insisted I take more hits and pushed the pipe back into my mouth. I sucked down a few more times and I managed to tell him I could barely stand. My voice sounded slurred to me as if I were drunk and I think he said, “Then get on your knees, faggot!”
He let me fall to my knees and then laughed. He told me, “Go get it, fag”.
I fumbled to open his pants and because my vision was blurred I think his cock was about four inches long, thick as anything and perfectly straight. I licked his shaft a few times and sucked on him in the middle of his living room with only the sheer curtains to block the view of the people who were walking past his ground floor window. I'm certain they could see what was going on because he told me a few did double takes.
Don moved us around so we gave a perfect profile. I hoped they couldn't make out details, but I know they saw someone dressed like a whore doing the nasty on a man! His cock grew a bit larger and got stiffer as I sucked and licked. He was not cut and he was oo-ing and ah-ing along with calling me dirty names. Soon he announced he was about to shoot his load into my faggot mouth. I recall he felt as if he had more cum in him than any of the men I saw in the pornos I owned! His semen was like thick rope! It tasted like the usual salty raw warm eggs and flooded my mouth. Some dripped out over my lips.
He told me to stay on my knees and not to wipe my mouth. I did. He said, "I want to remember this moment forever."
He got his camera and told me to pull my panties down so my penis and testicles were visible in the pictures. He took full frontal pictures of me, both close up and distanced. My face, complete with eye make up, moustache and cum dripping red lips was very clear. It would be difficult for anyone to not see this was me cross dressed and queer finishing up a blow job.
We slept together that night and I lost my anal virginity to him as well, he hurt but I became his "woman”.
I also became his on demand suck bitch from that point on. He always made me smoke and took pictures afterward which he said he would use to black mail me for more oral sex. This went on for almost a year. He didn't have to! During that time I'm sure I willingly gave him more than 175 blow jobs. All at my convenience sure, but usually the way he liked it and where he wanted it done.
Months and months later we were caught in the laundry room by Ralph, a man who lived upstairs from Don. Ralph didn't know me but he saw me on my knees holding onto Don's rock hard cock. I looked back at him and just put Don's hard on in my mouth and began sucking. I wondered what he thought when he saw that. He watched me for quite some time before he left us. Luckily for me Ralph was also a very heavy drinker, so he must’ve thought I was just a queer who lived in the apartment on the other end of the building and Don liked queers.
Other times, when we had more time because of my wife's absence, I would wear very heavy make up and dress like a complete slut. Usually Don drove his car very slowly through residential neighborhoods and had me suck his cock. Sometimes he wanted me to suck it and it mattered little if it was day or night while we parked at the mall or in the park. I'm sure passers by saw us because he would tell me about them. He got the usual charge out of being the dominate male and putting me on display as his bitch.
I hated Don at first, but I actually came to like him. I'd been is "he/she bitch" for almost a full year and Don began stealing clothes and things for me from the Mall where he worked. Lots of pretty things, expensive things, things he called pay for services rendered. I confess it was almost normal!
It was a bitter sweet relationship that ended with him moving away, I never saw him again. I did look for him because I actually missed him. I had no idea where to turn to for man sex! I remember that he would get very excited when he was with me and he would always cum very quickly.
The one thing that stands out in my mind the most is that he always told me “Thanks” after I did him.
Little did I know Don was to be the beginning of a new life for me! He established the hunger for men in me. Thank you, Don, where ever you are.
My wife never learned about my cross dressing and homosexual trysts with him.
When I lived in South San Francisco with my wife we had a small apartment on the ground floor of a six apartment complex. We moved there after moving around from place to place because we were making more money and things were getting better for us. My wife had just gotten pregnant so we figured we needed a place closer to her home and family.
Our next door neighbor was a man named Don Williams who lived with many girl friends, coincidentally all name Barbara. He worked as a security guard at the local shopping mall and he stole things on a regular basis. I always thought he was a bit strange and might've been quietly violent with his live-in girl-friends because I know they rarely stayed with him very long.
One incident I clearly remember was when he left a puppy in the garage. This garage was a common area type space shared by three families. I parked my car in one of the garage stalls along with an older woman’s daughter who attended college, and Don. The woman had three other children in school and was working because her husband had left her for another woman about four years earlier. Her life didn't need to be complicated by Don and she parked on the street anyway.
No one knew the puppy was in the garage because Don didn’t tell anyone! Needless to say the puppy growled at someone and one of the three main garage doors was left open. The puppy was let out by accident. Apparently it was now lost.
Don went to each person who shared the garage and asked if they left one of the doors open and allowed his puppy to get out. As he went from apartment to apartment he also had a gun in his hand at his side. He told me that he was going to shoot the person he felt was responsible for letting his puppy out. I assured him it wasn’t me and I said he didn't need to have the gun because I knew the woman was as scared as I.
Evidently, what I said didn't matter to him and I would learn a lot about him later.
The dog was found and all was forgiven, but Don never came back to update us. The cops were called but didn't show and the woman moved away unceremoniously. What an incident!
Meanwhile, I have always had a strong desire to cross dress and preferred men over women for sex but married a real woman so I would seem "normal and straight" to my family and friends. I thought I was strong enough to be seen as another queer but I thought that's what they wanted from me. But I digress.
I hid my cross dressing desires and my homosexual likes from my wife. While she was away at work, I was cross dressing almost every day. I used lipstick and beard cover make up, otherwise I was without it. I would put on a dress and heels and clean the apartment. On the nights she told me she would be working late I felt I had plenty of time to go full out with complete face make up. It was on one of these nights that Don somehow spied on me.
A few days later he came over to my apartment, co-incidently, just after my wife was gone on her way to visit her mom in the city. He knocked on my door and started a rather complex conversation. I was wearing my bath robe as I answered the door.
He said, “Hi” to me and then told me he thought he saw my sister here at the apartment a day or two before. I told him my sister has never been here and he must have been mistaken. He looked at the floor and insisted she must have been here, or else he had been imagining it all. We laughed.
He then got very serious and pointed at my feet and asked, “Are you wearing nylons?”
I looked down at my feet. I was totally focused on the time of my wife's departure and subsequent return and was in the process of putting on my feminine underwear when he knocked. I simply forgot to put on pajamas and slippers. I just stared at him because I didn't know what to say. He interrupted my answer by telling me what my "sister" looked like.
I found his description disarming! His choice of words were very exact.
He described my sister as being exactly my height, about my same weight, maybe a bit lighter. She had dark shoulder length hair that easily could have been a wig, dark eyes, wore the perfect amount of make up to suit him by the way and, oh yeah, she had very nice full looking bright red lips! He paused and said he really liked a girl who wore her make up a bit on the heavy side because it turned him on, it made him horny as hell. He was holding his dick at the time and asked, ”Ya know what I mean?”
I ignored the fact I was obviously wearing pantyhose and told him again he must be mistaken because my sister doesn't look anything like me. I said good-bye and began to shut my apartment door but he blocked me by using his foot. He said he might have to agree with me about my sister but then asked if he could come in for a few minutes?
Not wishing to cause a scene and knowing he had a gun, I invited him in. He asked for some coffee and I got it for him. While my back was facing him he mentioned my nylon covered calves and said they were kind of sexy. He also said heels would probably enhance my already nicely shaped butt. I said nothing, I was thinking what does he expect from me? What does he want? We took our seats at the kitchen table and he went on describing "her" to me but this time in greater detail.
He said she was wearing a body shirt which was loud pink, long sleeved, and had ruffles up the front. This was puled over a bright red bra, the kind that went down to your hips. You could only kind of see through the sleeves. He said she also wore a brown mini skirt type dress with a bib front, it was a full skirt with straps which buttoned onto the bib front of the dress, like a maid might wear. He said he remembered his live-in girls called that an A-line skirt. As he sipped his coffee he looked directly at me and added, “The skirt was so short I could see her yellow panties when she sat down next to the bed to put on her heels.”
I was absolutely shocked! He must have seen me, but how?
He casually added that watching her do that was a real turn-on for him! He said looking up a girl's skirt was something he really got off on and he was very glad for the fitted mini. He went on to describe her jet black shiny nylons, and 4 inch silver spiked high heels. When he finished he just smiled and sipped his coffee.
I knew he was describing me from two days earlier and his description was to a tee! I knew this because it was my only drag outfit. I said, "I can’t think of anything to say, Don. You obviously know no woman like that was ever here. So, what do you want from me?"
He then said, in a reflective manner, "I can even remember the make up she was wearing, too. She had the brightest red lips, they shined like they had glitter on them, or maybe they were just coated in really shinny lip gloss. Her lips stand out in my mind. I liked looking at them."
"Anything else, Don.", I said.
"Her big seductive brown eyes were colored the perfect shade of blue and pink, with the longest, darkest lashes I've ever seen on a woman, they had to be fake. Her cheeks were a very sexy purple-ish pink combo and the long dangly earrings with the tight necklace and wrist bracelets were a special turn on for me."
Like I said, it was me to a tee! This was also my best make up scheme! To change the subject, I asked him about her tits, did he see them? He replied, "No, I didn't really see her actual tits, nope.” He sipped more coffee and suddenly he pointed his finger at me and said, almost as an after thought, “I didn't see no pussy on her either, though.”
There was a pregnant pause and he then looked me squarely in the eye and said, “I'll bet she would've sucked a cock!”
I became angry and indignant and admitted he was actually talking about me! I told him to stop it! He seemed to ignore what I said and went on, “She just looked like she was the type that wanted to suck somebody's cock. I'll even bet she would’ve sucked anybody's cock no matter who was willing to give it to her. What do think, Bill?"
I didn't know how to answer. He finished with, "Ya know, now that I think about it, she could’ve been your twin sister. I mean your identical twin sister, except for the moustache."
He stood, and with an exhaled breath for emphasis, said I should follow him to his apartment. He said I wouldn't need any shoes, he had something on his bed for me.
I was somewhat dejected and didn’t finish my coffee, I just got up and went with him. I suspected he was going to ask me to give him a blow job. I didn't know how I'd do that but I would!
Once inside his apartment he looked me in the eyes, and while pointing at my feet, he told me I should quit playing games. I hung my head and admitted to dressing as a woman, I was numb. He told me to go into the bedroom and check out what he had for me.
I went into the bedroom to see what it was and I was only mildly shocked. He had spread on his bed a new package of black seamed nylons, a new red and purple garter belt, the real wide kind with six belts, a black long-line bra trimmed with silver sequins next to a box of falsies, and an expensive long red straight hair wig. There was also a shoe box with white heels in it and a red camisole trimmed in white fur with matching panties. He also had a basic assortment of make up and a bottle of cheap perfume.
I turned around to face him and asked what he expected me to do with this stuff. His smile was kind of evil and his answer was very direct. He opened my robe, looked me up and down and said, "Simple. Put it on. Go kind of heavy on the make up, Bill, and especially heavy on your lips. Use just a bit of the perfume and come back into the living room and show me what kind of woman you are.”
"You've got to be kidding!" I protested.
“Nope.", he said. "I think you can handle that, baby." And he moved in so close I could smell his breath and said, "If I like what I see, I’m gonna be nice to you and fuck you in your faggot ass.”
He backed away and said, "That's what you want isn't it, bitch?"
I was still a virgin and I was scared shitless! I just knew if I stayed I would be raped. I started to run. I was going to head for the front door and go into my own apartment. I had no clue what I would do if he knocked again.
He grabbed me by my upper arm, spun me around and pinned my arm behind my back and held me up against the wall with his full body. He stopped me very effectively. Between his weight pressing me against the wall and his knee in my crotch he told me I might want to see some Polaroids he had also taken of me in drag.
"I don't think I'm kidding, faggot!", he said. “Now hurry up, we only have until your wife comes home in two days!" He was wickedly laughing as he let go of me and walked away.
I didn't know what else I could do, I began to cry. He came back to me and lifted my head by my chin and got real close and said he didn’t care if I cried like a little bitch, as long as I did as he told me. I slid down the wall and sat on the floor crying, he lifted me back onto my feet and told me to go get girly for him. He said, "To me you're a woman."
He also reminded me we had two whole days to get to know each other. I resigned myself to the fact I was going to be sexually abused by him and sobbed as I got dressed for him.
I did my best makeup and when I was totally dolled up I went into the living room. I was proud and stood in the middle of the living room and displayed myself to him. He sat on the couch looking at me. He made me turn around for him, slowly, so he could get a good look. He had me turn around four times. He walked over to me when my back was facing him and rubbed my ass, he said, "You’re one fine looking dick sucker, for a guy with a dick of his own. I'm gonna like fucking you!”
We were standing in the middle of his living room, I was dressed like a female whore and he was looking more and more like my date. He told me he fixed some cigarette tobacco mixed with cyanide in a pipe for me while I was getting dressed. Then he gave the pipe to me and lit it, he told me to smoke it. He told me to take "manly" sized hits and be sure to in-hale. While I smoked he rubbed my thighs and fondled my bare ass, he said with heels I actually made a pretty good looking woman.
I took one big hit and got very high, very quickly. Higher than I ever got before! With just a few hits my head was buzzing and my vision was blurred. I told him I was getting dizzy and couldn't take any more. He insisted I take more hits and pushed the pipe back into my mouth. I sucked down a few more times and I managed to tell him I could barely stand. My voice sounded slurred to me as if I were drunk and I think he said, “Then get on your knees, faggot!”
He let me fall to my knees and then laughed. He told me, “Go get it, fag”.
I fumbled to open his pants and because my vision was blurred I think his cock was about four inches long, thick as anything and perfectly straight. I licked his shaft a few times and sucked on him in the middle of his living room with only the sheer curtains to block the view of the people who were walking past his ground floor window. I'm certain they could see what was going on because he told me a few did double takes.
Don moved us around so we gave a perfect profile. I hoped they couldn't make out details, but I know they saw someone dressed like a whore doing the nasty on a man! His cock grew a bit larger and got stiffer as I sucked and licked. He was not cut and he was oo-ing and ah-ing along with calling me dirty names. Soon he announced he was about to shoot his load into my faggot mouth. I recall he felt as if he had more cum in him than any of the men I saw in the pornos I owned! His semen was like thick rope! It tasted like the usual salty raw warm eggs and flooded my mouth. Some dripped out over my lips.
He told me to stay on my knees and not to wipe my mouth. I did. He said, "I want to remember this moment forever."
He got his camera and told me to pull my panties down so my penis and testicles were visible in the pictures. He took full frontal pictures of me, both close up and distanced. My face, complete with eye make up, moustache and cum dripping red lips was very clear. It would be difficult for anyone to not see this was me cross dressed and queer finishing up a blow job.
We slept together that night and I lost my anal virginity to him as well, he hurt but I became his "woman”.
I also became his on demand suck bitch from that point on. He always made me smoke and took pictures afterward which he said he would use to black mail me for more oral sex. This went on for almost a year. He didn't have to! During that time I'm sure I willingly gave him more than 175 blow jobs. All at my convenience sure, but usually the way he liked it and where he wanted it done.
Months and months later we were caught in the laundry room by Ralph, a man who lived upstairs from Don. Ralph didn't know me but he saw me on my knees holding onto Don's rock hard cock. I looked back at him and just put Don's hard on in my mouth and began sucking. I wondered what he thought when he saw that. He watched me for quite some time before he left us. Luckily for me Ralph was also a very heavy drinker, so he must’ve thought I was just a queer who lived in the apartment on the other end of the building and Don liked queers.
Other times, when we had more time because of my wife's absence, I would wear very heavy make up and dress like a complete slut. Usually Don drove his car very slowly through residential neighborhoods and had me suck his cock. Sometimes he wanted me to suck it and it mattered little if it was day or night while we parked at the mall or in the park. I'm sure passers by saw us because he would tell me about them. He got the usual charge out of being the dominate male and putting me on display as his bitch.
I hated Don at first, but I actually came to like him. I'd been is "he/she bitch" for almost a full year and Don began stealing clothes and things for me from the Mall where he worked. Lots of pretty things, expensive things, things he called pay for services rendered. I confess it was almost normal!
It was a bitter sweet relationship that ended with him moving away, I never saw him again. I did look for him because I actually missed him. I had no idea where to turn to for man sex! I remember that he would get very excited when he was with me and he would always cum very quickly.
The one thing that stands out in my mind the most is that he always told me “Thanks” after I did him.
Little did I know Don was to be the beginning of a new life for me! He established the hunger for men in me. Thank you, Don, where ever you are.
My wife never learned about my cross dressing and homosexual trysts with him.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
For anyone out there reading my blog...
IMHO .. it's about damn time!
Dr Robert Grant of the Gladstone Institute said: "I think we are in a era where we can see the end of the Aids epidemic."
You can read the full article at the BBC.com.
Allow me to say this; while there are persons who will not take a pill everyday with regularity or consistency, there are others who will and I'd like to think this means me.
But since I do not have HIV, I could NOT get it prescribed to me! A Catch 22 situation if ever there was one!
In fairness, some health care workers and groups active in the HIV community have opposed the approval of the drug simply because they feel the drug might increase sexual behavior between gay men. MIGHT? Who are they kidding? This drug merely would open the floodgates, gay men are out there in abundance, honey!
IMHO this is the real argument, they simply don't like it when two men have sex with each other. So much for tolerance from this intelligent, "inclusive", and polite society!
The Aids Health care Foundation actually campaigned against the drug's approval and their main opposition to approving the drug was based on concerns that users could gain a false sense of security, and they fear a new drug-resistant strain of HIV could develop.
I can see the drug resistant concern but ... there is also concern that the high cost of Truvada would make the drug less affordable and divert limited funding from more cost-effective options.
While the researchers claim it's not, it IS about the money. Meanwhile many homosexuals will die needlessly.
The irony is that Truvada is already approved by the FDA for people who are HIV-positive, which I am NOT, and it can be taken with existing anti-retroviral drugs, which I do not take. Studies show that Truvada reduced the risk of HIV in healthy gay men and among HIV-negative heterosexual partners of people who are HIV-positive.
So why can I NOT get it? Can you say "doctor's choice"?
The Antiviral Drugs Advisory Committee, which advises the FDA, recently voted 19-3 in favor of PRESCRIBING the drug to the highest risk group; that is non-infected men who have sex with multiple male partners. Duh? They also approved it for uninfected people with HIV-positive partners and for other groups considered at risk of acquiring HIV through sexual activity.
This is a dream come true for everyone who has sex. It's what I've been asking for my entire gay and trans-life, nothing more.
Mark it on your calendars! The FDA is expected to make its decision by 15 June.
In other related news.
Neil Bowdler, Science reporter working for BBC News reported;
Almost 2,500 gay or bisexual men were randomly selected in Peru, Ecuador, Brazil, South Africa, Thailand and the United States. Half were given the pill, half were given dummy tablets. All were also given condoms and counselling on safe sex.
What the researchers found after almost a year of testing was that the drug appeared to cut male-to-male HIV transmission by 44%. Those who took the pill regularly were deemed to have reduced their risk of infection further, by up to 73%.
And to think it only took a year.
The research was funded by the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation, and the federal US body, the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases (NIAID). The pills were donated by their manufacturer.
There is, however, the issue of the prohibitive cost of Truvada, which retails in the US for around $36 a day which makes the drug unaffordable to potential users.
No one is going to make it easy (or cheap!) for us!
In yet another related story; my full attention was directed here because this means trans-women exactly like me; we who have low morals.
An Over-the-counter HIV test kit which would allow people in the US to check themselves in the privacy of their homes, as to whether they have the virus or not, is a step closer.
You can read about that hopeful and helpful article at, http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-18081933
So, while it appears we're making progress (ha-ha) we're still on our own and we'll have to rely on each other and do whatever it takes to be ourselves.
Dr Robert Grant of the Gladstone Institute said: "I think we are in a era where we can see the end of the Aids epidemic."
You can read the full article at the BBC.com.
Allow me to say this; while there are persons who will not take a pill everyday with regularity or consistency, there are others who will and I'd like to think this means me.
But since I do not have HIV, I could NOT get it prescribed to me! A Catch 22 situation if ever there was one!
In fairness, some health care workers and groups active in the HIV community have opposed the approval of the drug simply because they feel the drug might increase sexual behavior between gay men. MIGHT? Who are they kidding? This drug merely would open the floodgates, gay men are out there in abundance, honey!
IMHO this is the real argument, they simply don't like it when two men have sex with each other. So much for tolerance from this intelligent, "inclusive", and polite society!
The Aids Health care Foundation actually campaigned against the drug's approval and their main opposition to approving the drug was based on concerns that users could gain a false sense of security, and they fear a new drug-resistant strain of HIV could develop.
I can see the drug resistant concern but ... there is also concern that the high cost of Truvada would make the drug less affordable and divert limited funding from more cost-effective options.
While the researchers claim it's not, it IS about the money. Meanwhile many homosexuals will die needlessly.
The irony is that Truvada is already approved by the FDA for people who are HIV-positive, which I am NOT, and it can be taken with existing anti-retroviral drugs, which I do not take. Studies show that Truvada reduced the risk of HIV in healthy gay men and among HIV-negative heterosexual partners of people who are HIV-positive.
So why can I NOT get it? Can you say "doctor's choice"?
The Antiviral Drugs Advisory Committee, which advises the FDA, recently voted 19-3 in favor of PRESCRIBING the drug to the highest risk group; that is non-infected men who have sex with multiple male partners. Duh? They also approved it for uninfected people with HIV-positive partners and for other groups considered at risk of acquiring HIV through sexual activity.
This is a dream come true for everyone who has sex. It's what I've been asking for my entire gay and trans-life, nothing more.
Mark it on your calendars! The FDA is expected to make its decision by 15 June.
In other related news.
Neil Bowdler, Science reporter working for BBC News reported;
Almost 2,500 gay or bisexual men were randomly selected in Peru, Ecuador, Brazil, South Africa, Thailand and the United States. Half were given the pill, half were given dummy tablets. All were also given condoms and counselling on safe sex.
What the researchers found after almost a year of testing was that the drug appeared to cut male-to-male HIV transmission by 44%. Those who took the pill regularly were deemed to have reduced their risk of infection further, by up to 73%.
And to think it only took a year.
The research was funded by the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation, and the federal US body, the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases (NIAID). The pills were donated by their manufacturer.
There is, however, the issue of the prohibitive cost of Truvada, which retails in the US for around $36 a day which makes the drug unaffordable to potential users.
No one is going to make it easy (or cheap!) for us!
In yet another related story; my full attention was directed here because this means trans-women exactly like me; we who have low morals.
An Over-the-counter HIV test kit which would allow people in the US to check themselves in the privacy of their homes, as to whether they have the virus or not, is a step closer.
You can read about that hopeful and helpful article at, http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-18081933
So, while it appears we're making progress (ha-ha) we're still on our own and we'll have to rely on each other and do whatever it takes to be ourselves.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Fare well, Mike Wallace
I wish to say that I'm saddened Mike Wallace has passed and I truly hope he's in a better place.
I found it interesting that "The Homosexuals" was Mike Wallace's controversial 1967 report that aired on CBS. Wow, 1967, that was a long time ago!
The hour-long program, which predated "60 Minutes" and was anchored by Wallace on "CBS Reports", took on the then taboo topic of homosexuality in America. Homosexuality is still not accepted by this society today, but it's not so much a taboo topic either!
Wallace said in the piece, "The average homosexual, if there be such an average, is promiscuous. He is not interested in, or capable of, a lasting relationship like that of a heterosexual marriage. His sex life, his love life, consists of a series of one-chance encounters at the clubs and bars he inhabits. And even on the streets of the city, the pick-ups, the one night stands, these are the real characteristics of the homosexual relationship."
No wonder being viewed as a homosexual was so depraved. It was being told that it was both wrong and dirty! Perhaps that's why so many of us became Trans! No, I actually don't think so.
Wearing a dress was NOT the result of being brainwashed by our own televisions! We felt it. I wore dresses as a simple way of justifying my personal homosexual feelings and I saw wearing a dress as a way of adding value to my self. I was still going to do what I wanted.
The Atlantic's Conor Friedersdorf wrote, the report is "impossible to watch without cringing." IMO, change has always been around but acceptance of that change has not!
Wikipedia has a pretty good back story on the episode, which Wallace later regretted doing, "I should have known better," he said in 1992. Two decades ago! That's almost as long as most trans-persons have been breathing.
Wallace also lamented that the report relied, in part, on Charles Socarides, a psychiatrist who felt homosexuality was a mental illness. Wallace said in a 1996 interview, "That is, God help us, what our understanding was of the homosexual lifestyle a mere 25 years ago, nobody was out of the closet and because that's what we heard from doctors, that's what Socarides told us, homosexuality was a matter of shame."
A mere 25 years before! Says a lot about this "open" and civil society.
It is said that being gay is OK, but dressing like a common female is not. No one questions what you do as a gay person and everyone questions what you do as male to female. After all these years not much acceptance or understanding has reached the multitudes of humanity.
God bless you, Mike.
I found it interesting that "The Homosexuals" was Mike Wallace's controversial 1967 report that aired on CBS. Wow, 1967, that was a long time ago!
The hour-long program, which predated "60 Minutes" and was anchored by Wallace on "CBS Reports", took on the then taboo topic of homosexuality in America. Homosexuality is still not accepted by this society today, but it's not so much a taboo topic either!
Wallace said in the piece, "The average homosexual, if there be such an average, is promiscuous. He is not interested in, or capable of, a lasting relationship like that of a heterosexual marriage. His sex life, his love life, consists of a series of one-chance encounters at the clubs and bars he inhabits. And even on the streets of the city, the pick-ups, the one night stands, these are the real characteristics of the homosexual relationship."
No wonder being viewed as a homosexual was so depraved. It was being told that it was both wrong and dirty! Perhaps that's why so many of us became Trans! No, I actually don't think so.
Wearing a dress was NOT the result of being brainwashed by our own televisions! We felt it. I wore dresses as a simple way of justifying my personal homosexual feelings and I saw wearing a dress as a way of adding value to my self. I was still going to do what I wanted.
The Atlantic's Conor Friedersdorf wrote, the report is "impossible to watch without cringing." IMO, change has always been around but acceptance of that change has not!
Wikipedia has a pretty good back story on the episode, which Wallace later regretted doing, "I should have known better," he said in 1992. Two decades ago! That's almost as long as most trans-persons have been breathing.
Wallace also lamented that the report relied, in part, on Charles Socarides, a psychiatrist who felt homosexuality was a mental illness. Wallace said in a 1996 interview, "That is, God help us, what our understanding was of the homosexual lifestyle a mere 25 years ago, nobody was out of the closet and because that's what we heard from doctors, that's what Socarides told us, homosexuality was a matter of shame."
A mere 25 years before! Says a lot about this "open" and civil society.
It is said that being gay is OK, but dressing like a common female is not. No one questions what you do as a gay person and everyone questions what you do as male to female. After all these years not much acceptance or understanding has reached the multitudes of humanity.
God bless you, Mike.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Another look at my life
I'm very happy for boys and girls who are cross-sexed, but knowing society as I do, I'm also a bit afraid for them, too! I read many blogs that talk about being cross-sexed and the terms used are so complicated. I guess I was too at the ripe old age of 4 or 6, however, lmao!
Apparently, we cross-sexed people seem to know at a very early age exactly what our feelings are telling us. It's mostly people around us who are confused. I was a bit more lucky than most because I grew up in the San Francisco bay area where I was simply seen as just another queer who happened to like wearing female clothing. No one understood cross sexed persons back then.
I've not been accepted by the people I care about to include my biological family and siblings. Oddly enough, my happiest memories have been the stolen moments I spent with admiring boys. God, what risks I used to take for them!
Let me re-tell a story about one incident regarding my cross dressing in public.
I was in my late teen years and already fairly experienced with men, I thoroughly loved the excitement of having wanton oral sex with a man. I was riding in a jitney bus alone going up Mission street and the seat I was in faced riders on the opposite side. A man occupied one such seat.
It was early 1970 and I saw myself as a pioneer, I was wearing a rather fitted, obviously short dress. I had on shear toe to tummy shinny black pantyhose and my typical loud pink panties over them, with my usual cream white patent leather spiked heels. I smelled feminine, acted feminine, and I looked feminine.
As I settled into my seat I noticed the man was staring at me. Well not at me exactly, he was looking under my dress at my pink panties. I smiled at him. I was flattered and embarrassed at the same time. I soon couldn't help but notice he was also slowly masturbating as he looked at me! We made eye contact and he used his other hand to indicate I should open my legs. I winked at him as I complied. The other men could easily see he was masturbating but they looked at me too and said nothing. I felt pretty good because I could make this guy jack off just by looking at me!
A woman saw him, looked at me, and asked what was wrong with me? She scolded me to close my legs. She said, as a girl, I had no right to lead him on and that what I was doing was classless and bad! She then told the driver what was going on. The driver stopped, got out, and came back to the body of the jitney and told the man he better stop his disgusting game. He then looked at me quizzically and asked, "Are you a real girl?"
I told him the truth.
The woman went off on me! She called me a homosexual and faggot. She said she never saw a boy in a girl's dress before and said it was boys like me who gave girls a bad reputation. She was obviously flabbergasted at one acting the way I was. She stormed off the jitney without paying.
I opened my purse and offered to pay her fare but the driver just shook his head as he climbed back into his driver's seat and pulled away from the curb. The man went back to looking under my dress and mastrubated himself as if nothing happened. I just sat there and licked my lips, I had every intention of encouraging him! I also wanted to watch him flog his meat.
After only a few blocks I couldn't take it any longer, so I asked if he wanted to get off with me. I assured him, I could make sure he would get off on me in more ways than just one! He shook his head yes and said, "I'd like that."
I extended my invitation to the other two men and one guy looked me up and down but said nothing, the other said, "No thank you, you he/she bitch. I don't fuck boys!" I told him, he had no idea what he was missing!
The interested man and I got off at the next stop together. He took me by the hand and we squeezed between two buildings into the middle of a field of grass where he told me to get down on my knees. I did as he told me and waited. I thought I saw another person look out from a window and my heart began to beat a mile a minute and my breath was comming in so fast I thought I would pass out!
I was excited by the idea we might get caught!
He opened his pants and I could see he was totally hard. His hard-on was as white as any I've ever seen growing out of a patch of almost black curly hair, it was stiff as a piece of wood with a purple bulbous head. I practically drooled. He said, "All the boys who look like you give me a hard on!" I smiled. He told me he was going to do his best to make a real women out of me. When he said that, I was not scared of him at all, he was allowing me to willingly play the role of a naughty woman.
He told me to open my mouth and I complied. He proceeded to fuck my face! There was no kissing, no touching, no rubbing, no nothing. Just me chocking on his wood as he pushed it into my mouth and my surprise that he was done with me in less than 10 minutes! I could taste and smell his ejaculate and my face was a mess and my dress had a total man mess all over it. He smiled down at me and said now I looked like a real woman. I smiled up at him. He told me he would leave first and I was to remain where I was for about ten more minutes.
I remember telling him "thank you" and kissing his softening prick as e pulled it away from me and put it back in his pants. I knew I would have to fix my makeup and I heard him laugh and say he left me on my knees, he sounded like a very happy man. I watched him go away.
I stood and fixed my makeup and the person looking out the window behind the blinds never came out to take advantage of me. I walked the rest of the way home feeling very accomplished and knowing full well he never thanked me. A few men tooted their car horns at me as I walked home.
I used to long to be a real female, to have a vagina and breasts, but I don't let not having them, or anything else, stop me from doing everything and anything I want.
Apparently, we cross-sexed people seem to know at a very early age exactly what our feelings are telling us. It's mostly people around us who are confused. I was a bit more lucky than most because I grew up in the San Francisco bay area where I was simply seen as just another queer who happened to like wearing female clothing. No one understood cross sexed persons back then.
I've not been accepted by the people I care about to include my biological family and siblings. Oddly enough, my happiest memories have been the stolen moments I spent with admiring boys. God, what risks I used to take for them!
Let me re-tell a story about one incident regarding my cross dressing in public.
I was in my late teen years and already fairly experienced with men, I thoroughly loved the excitement of having wanton oral sex with a man. I was riding in a jitney bus alone going up Mission street and the seat I was in faced riders on the opposite side. A man occupied one such seat.
It was early 1970 and I saw myself as a pioneer, I was wearing a rather fitted, obviously short dress. I had on shear toe to tummy shinny black pantyhose and my typical loud pink panties over them, with my usual cream white patent leather spiked heels. I smelled feminine, acted feminine, and I looked feminine.
As I settled into my seat I noticed the man was staring at me. Well not at me exactly, he was looking under my dress at my pink panties. I smiled at him. I was flattered and embarrassed at the same time. I soon couldn't help but notice he was also slowly masturbating as he looked at me! We made eye contact and he used his other hand to indicate I should open my legs. I winked at him as I complied. The other men could easily see he was masturbating but they looked at me too and said nothing. I felt pretty good because I could make this guy jack off just by looking at me!
A woman saw him, looked at me, and asked what was wrong with me? She scolded me to close my legs. She said, as a girl, I had no right to lead him on and that what I was doing was classless and bad! She then told the driver what was going on. The driver stopped, got out, and came back to the body of the jitney and told the man he better stop his disgusting game. He then looked at me quizzically and asked, "Are you a real girl?"
I told him the truth.
The woman went off on me! She called me a homosexual and faggot. She said she never saw a boy in a girl's dress before and said it was boys like me who gave girls a bad reputation. She was obviously flabbergasted at one acting the way I was. She stormed off the jitney without paying.
I opened my purse and offered to pay her fare but the driver just shook his head as he climbed back into his driver's seat and pulled away from the curb. The man went back to looking under my dress and mastrubated himself as if nothing happened. I just sat there and licked my lips, I had every intention of encouraging him! I also wanted to watch him flog his meat.
After only a few blocks I couldn't take it any longer, so I asked if he wanted to get off with me. I assured him, I could make sure he would get off on me in more ways than just one! He shook his head yes and said, "I'd like that."
I extended my invitation to the other two men and one guy looked me up and down but said nothing, the other said, "No thank you, you he/she bitch. I don't fuck boys!" I told him, he had no idea what he was missing!
The interested man and I got off at the next stop together. He took me by the hand and we squeezed between two buildings into the middle of a field of grass where he told me to get down on my knees. I did as he told me and waited. I thought I saw another person look out from a window and my heart began to beat a mile a minute and my breath was comming in so fast I thought I would pass out!
I was excited by the idea we might get caught!
He opened his pants and I could see he was totally hard. His hard-on was as white as any I've ever seen growing out of a patch of almost black curly hair, it was stiff as a piece of wood with a purple bulbous head. I practically drooled. He said, "All the boys who look like you give me a hard on!" I smiled. He told me he was going to do his best to make a real women out of me. When he said that, I was not scared of him at all, he was allowing me to willingly play the role of a naughty woman.
He told me to open my mouth and I complied. He proceeded to fuck my face! There was no kissing, no touching, no rubbing, no nothing. Just me chocking on his wood as he pushed it into my mouth and my surprise that he was done with me in less than 10 minutes! I could taste and smell his ejaculate and my face was a mess and my dress had a total man mess all over it. He smiled down at me and said now I looked like a real woman. I smiled up at him. He told me he would leave first and I was to remain where I was for about ten more minutes.
I remember telling him "thank you" and kissing his softening prick as e pulled it away from me and put it back in his pants. I knew I would have to fix my makeup and I heard him laugh and say he left me on my knees, he sounded like a very happy man. I watched him go away.
I stood and fixed my makeup and the person looking out the window behind the blinds never came out to take advantage of me. I walked the rest of the way home feeling very accomplished and knowing full well he never thanked me. A few men tooted their car horns at me as I walked home.
I used to long to be a real female, to have a vagina and breasts, but I don't let not having them, or anything else, stop me from doing everything and anything I want.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
We just like how it looks on us!
Never mind the Paris Hiltons, Kim Kardasians, or the other myriad of sexy women around, I ask, why do I enjoy dressing the same way they do? Sometimes it boils down to, "We just like how it looks on us!"
Take a moment and look at how many real women who are old enough to know better but who still follow the "trends" and try to dress as if they're still their daughter's age. There's even a word to describe them, Cougars. It's not just my opinion that these "cougars" are simply looking for Mr Right-now and are not at all interested in finding Mr Right, it's the attitude of most men and women of society and it's very acceptable.
Agree or don't, these cougars also send the message to their teenage girls that they have to be "hot" in order to be accepted. As a male to female transvestite I also have an affinity for men, ergo, I firmly don't believe I'm so different from those teenage girls, but because of my biological sex I do fit in a whole other category.
In reality, teen girls aren't so much the problem as the 40 and 50-somethings out there. These cougars cut just as deeply as anyone, maybe even deeper! While it's my opinion the cougars simply refuse to act their age, asking the question "why" begets a much larger more comprehensive issue, and it's much the same as mine.
It is a little accepted fact that teenage girls don't frequent the same clubs or bars that I do which leaves cougars, as well as other T-girls, in direct competition for cock with me! Some of these older women are so desperately hoping for sex with a guy they dress and act in ways that make them look inappropriate (cheap) and behave foolishly (again cheap!) I may come across as condescending but I take many of my cues directly from them! Cougars are my best teachers.
No one is suggesting Cougars simply accept the fact most guys are not interested in them in any way other than as an NSA sex partner, I know I'm certainly hoping that's the case with regard to myself!
As for not being able to find "sexy" clothing in the regular stores which are age appropriate, may I suggest the thrift shops? I use thrift shops and I sew. There are many ways to be fashionable and still remain modest ... if modest is how you wish to be seen! When I go out "hunting" for man-sex, modesty is the farthest thing from my mind!
Do some women flaunt their sex? Are you blind? Allow me to share.
When we were kids (back in 1960) we might leave the house looking one particular way and then change into something more "edgy" long before the school bus arrived. I was very impressed by the girls because they left home with a fresh clean face and the usual long skirt. Then they added the makeup, maybe added some toilet tissue to their bras and unbuttoned their blouses down to here, they also rolled up their skirts! Ms. Hottie emerged! It was a slut look that both the girls and the boys liked very much. It was no wonder the girls became very popular with the boys!
As a gay boy, I quickly learned that what you did was not nearly as important as image. Image was everything! In fact, it was my image which saved me a lot of ass kicking!
With Madison Avenue out and about women are simply pretty, crafty, and feel they absolutely MUST keep up with their peers. It is argued that I chose my sex identification but I think I merely grew up like a sponge. I simply didn't take long to learn.
In my humble opinion society is the one confused.
Take a moment and look at how many real women who are old enough to know better but who still follow the "trends" and try to dress as if they're still their daughter's age. There's even a word to describe them, Cougars. It's not just my opinion that these "cougars" are simply looking for Mr Right-now and are not at all interested in finding Mr Right, it's the attitude of most men and women of society and it's very acceptable.
Agree or don't, these cougars also send the message to their teenage girls that they have to be "hot" in order to be accepted. As a male to female transvestite I also have an affinity for men, ergo, I firmly don't believe I'm so different from those teenage girls, but because of my biological sex I do fit in a whole other category.
In reality, teen girls aren't so much the problem as the 40 and 50-somethings out there. These cougars cut just as deeply as anyone, maybe even deeper! While it's my opinion the cougars simply refuse to act their age, asking the question "why" begets a much larger more comprehensive issue, and it's much the same as mine.
It is a little accepted fact that teenage girls don't frequent the same clubs or bars that I do which leaves cougars, as well as other T-girls, in direct competition for cock with me! Some of these older women are so desperately hoping for sex with a guy they dress and act in ways that make them look inappropriate (cheap) and behave foolishly (again cheap!) I may come across as condescending but I take many of my cues directly from them! Cougars are my best teachers.
No one is suggesting Cougars simply accept the fact most guys are not interested in them in any way other than as an NSA sex partner, I know I'm certainly hoping that's the case with regard to myself!
As for not being able to find "sexy" clothing in the regular stores which are age appropriate, may I suggest the thrift shops? I use thrift shops and I sew. There are many ways to be fashionable and still remain modest ... if modest is how you wish to be seen! When I go out "hunting" for man-sex, modesty is the farthest thing from my mind!
Do some women flaunt their sex? Are you blind? Allow me to share.
When we were kids (back in 1960) we might leave the house looking one particular way and then change into something more "edgy" long before the school bus arrived. I was very impressed by the girls because they left home with a fresh clean face and the usual long skirt. Then they added the makeup, maybe added some toilet tissue to their bras and unbuttoned their blouses down to here, they also rolled up their skirts! Ms. Hottie emerged! It was a slut look that both the girls and the boys liked very much. It was no wonder the girls became very popular with the boys!
As a gay boy, I quickly learned that what you did was not nearly as important as image. Image was everything! In fact, it was my image which saved me a lot of ass kicking!
With Madison Avenue out and about women are simply pretty, crafty, and feel they absolutely MUST keep up with their peers. It is argued that I chose my sex identification but I think I merely grew up like a sponge. I simply didn't take long to learn.
In my humble opinion society is the one confused.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Advocacy
This topic was recently brought up during my good friend's English class.
It would seem that teaching students to emulate highly forward thinking people would be a good thing. The fact these forward thinking people are inclusive and obviously popular would be a huge plus. Advocacy, as a general subject, would be well served, teaching it would be wholesome, it would of course be the right-est thing to do.
However, doing so as a formal teacher one could easily become a victim of the scholastic system. Political Correctness knows no bounds and WHAT you advocate is just as important as WHY.
An example is that society, as is generally viewed, does not think favorably of queers or Cross Dressers regardless if they're male or female. Ru Paul is excepted and the topic for another subject.
Dallas Denny wrote back in 1999, that we DO eat our leaders, one only need look to Wiki-leaks and the Occupy factions to see if this is a true statement or not. Even the President of the United States gets blamed for everything from Katrina to Health Insurance, from unemployment to gas prices, regardless of party affiliation and regardless of actual control.
In the final analysts real and honest advocacy is not that much different from war, both have causes and motivations, both have outcomes, and both are quite violent. Not everyone is equipped to be an advocate just like everyone can not be a soldier.
I, for one, hope to have Cross Dressing advocacy around for some time, for it is nice to have people provide an anchor for us. Unfortunately, society may never change.
It would seem that teaching students to emulate highly forward thinking people would be a good thing. The fact these forward thinking people are inclusive and obviously popular would be a huge plus. Advocacy, as a general subject, would be well served, teaching it would be wholesome, it would of course be the right-est thing to do.
However, doing so as a formal teacher one could easily become a victim of the scholastic system. Political Correctness knows no bounds and WHAT you advocate is just as important as WHY.
An example is that society, as is generally viewed, does not think favorably of queers or Cross Dressers regardless if they're male or female. Ru Paul is excepted and the topic for another subject.
Dallas Denny wrote back in 1999, that we DO eat our leaders, one only need look to Wiki-leaks and the Occupy factions to see if this is a true statement or not. Even the President of the United States gets blamed for everything from Katrina to Health Insurance, from unemployment to gas prices, regardless of party affiliation and regardless of actual control.
In the final analysts real and honest advocacy is not that much different from war, both have causes and motivations, both have outcomes, and both are quite violent. Not everyone is equipped to be an advocate just like everyone can not be a soldier.
I, for one, hope to have Cross Dressing advocacy around for some time, for it is nice to have people provide an anchor for us. Unfortunately, society may never change.
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