tallDD
11-20-2005, 05:36 PM
The question I want to tackle is, why are transsexuals so attractive to me?
There is something about younger (-40) TS girls which I find hard to resist. For me, it has nothing to do with the typically cited fascination with their penis. I don't care about that at all. I am not tired of genetic girls, as far as sex goes, I am still into pussy. Yet there is something about the faces and bodies of young and feminine ts girls that attracts me like moths to the flame. Not in all TS, especially not those that do too much makeup and such. But, for example, in the face of Cindy Sins, if you know that escort.
I'm wondering if I'm falling for some psychological trap. IE, the kind of seeing myself, the boy in me, in t-girls, and that my attraction to them is in fact an attraction to myself.
When you love, aren't you supposed to love the other? Eyes are supposed to see the outside, not themselves. For animals, I suspect this is a non-issue, I think they enjoy, whatever they enjoy, but they don't enjoy themselves.
For a while in the past years I was watching some TS porn. There was one flick with Bob from Bob's-Tgirls, maybe you know that site. A scene with him and Camilla Castro and another t-girl. Of course I don't know Bob personally and maybe don't qualify to make that statement, but Bob looks tired there, as if sucked out.
Another thing is transsexuality itself. I am CERTAIN that this doesn't apply to all transsexuals, but has it ever crossed your mind that transsexuality, especially "shemale-ism", has to do with worshipping an ideal, and instead of meeting and courting miss right you simply create your own female, out of yourself.
I'm sure that I speak for most men, if they are honest, when I say that any guy would like to be a woman if that's possible to be limited for a day or two, or maybe just an hour. However this is impossible to have today, except maybe in the future in some advanced virtual reality setups. So, transsexuals do it slowly, with hormones, clothing, "beautification" and surgery. The ideal is never achieved, and because of that, it remains a perpetual attraction, it remains in the distance.
I think there is something that happens with most kinds of people that could be considered pretty in the superficial sense. I mean the love of what stares back at you in the mirror. To see prettyness, and to know it's you. To experiment with that prettyness, and to see it either stays the same, like a god, or becomes even more pretty, up to the point when you find it beautiful even.
I was browsing the hung-angels shemale forum one day, and saw Allanah Starr posting pictures of when she was still looking like a man. Totally simple body, hanging buttocks, fat, no muscles. Is it possible to love yourself when you don't express a hint of the prettiness which society worships in its magazines?
You see, try to go back to other periods of history. Look, for example, at the women painted by Rubens or Rembrandt, or the statues of the italian rennaissance. I don't think any of those women would make it into the beauty and erotics magazines of today. Back then most men wanted women that were thick, fat, even. Sexual heaven meant to be able to mount a mountain of flesh.
Conversely, the modern female ideal is a girl with the figure of a predator, like a lioness or a tigress. I guess you know what I mean. However, many people cannot hope to attain this ideal. Yet some of them still can't help themselves in thinking that only that ideal has any prettiness. Pastors may say there is other beauty, and there certainly is, but even that can sound like a lame excuse when you're young, a powerless solace, it feels like having to drive a moped when others go by luxury cars.
Personally, I don't have these issues. I was ugly in my youth, but later on I got lucky and my body developed to something acceptable. Yet I know both worlds, the dark reality of being ugly and being unable to escape it, without having the lucky indifference of those who are ugly and don't give a shit about it. The other world is when you're sexy for real, and feeling sexy too, when you go into a room and women turn their heads and want your attention. The dark world of ugliness and the "light" world of sexyness both have their valuable teachings. Yet the first one is depressing and the last one is pleasing. Yes, one get tired of the world of those who seem "flawless" in appearance and yet uglily decadent in core. But this takes some time to see.
What does that have to do with transsexualism? It's what I said at first, that some transsexual people want to create themselves as the ever present beauty which cannot be attained otherwise, which, if she met you at a party, would ignore you because it would consider you way too low beneath her. Actual girls, sometimes the spouses of those transsexuals, cannot compete with this sex kitten some of the more fortunate transsexuals can morph themselves into. Because it's not just beauty, it is coupled with raw sex, with an availability no other person can give or would want to give.
I hope you don't think I'm a basher of some kind. But there is a complexity to transsexuality that seems to not get the right attention. In the years before, say, 1980, only the determined ones actually lived out this sexuality, or, depending on the point of view, sexual deviance. Nowadays it's much easier. Maybe I should also say that I see a BIG difference between genuine transsexuality and what is simply the shemale-ism induced by the porn industry.
Tell me what you think ...
There is something about younger (-40) TS girls which I find hard to resist. For me, it has nothing to do with the typically cited fascination with their penis. I don't care about that at all. I am not tired of genetic girls, as far as sex goes, I am still into pussy. Yet there is something about the faces and bodies of young and feminine ts girls that attracts me like moths to the flame. Not in all TS, especially not those that do too much makeup and such. But, for example, in the face of Cindy Sins, if you know that escort.
I'm wondering if I'm falling for some psychological trap. IE, the kind of seeing myself, the boy in me, in t-girls, and that my attraction to them is in fact an attraction to myself.
When you love, aren't you supposed to love the other? Eyes are supposed to see the outside, not themselves. For animals, I suspect this is a non-issue, I think they enjoy, whatever they enjoy, but they don't enjoy themselves.
For a while in the past years I was watching some TS porn. There was one flick with Bob from Bob's-Tgirls, maybe you know that site. A scene with him and Camilla Castro and another t-girl. Of course I don't know Bob personally and maybe don't qualify to make that statement, but Bob looks tired there, as if sucked out.
Another thing is transsexuality itself. I am CERTAIN that this doesn't apply to all transsexuals, but has it ever crossed your mind that transsexuality, especially "shemale-ism", has to do with worshipping an ideal, and instead of meeting and courting miss right you simply create your own female, out of yourself.
I'm sure that I speak for most men, if they are honest, when I say that any guy would like to be a woman if that's possible to be limited for a day or two, or maybe just an hour. However this is impossible to have today, except maybe in the future in some advanced virtual reality setups. So, transsexuals do it slowly, with hormones, clothing, "beautification" and surgery. The ideal is never achieved, and because of that, it remains a perpetual attraction, it remains in the distance.
I think there is something that happens with most kinds of people that could be considered pretty in the superficial sense. I mean the love of what stares back at you in the mirror. To see prettyness, and to know it's you. To experiment with that prettyness, and to see it either stays the same, like a god, or becomes even more pretty, up to the point when you find it beautiful even.
I was browsing the hung-angels shemale forum one day, and saw Allanah Starr posting pictures of when she was still looking like a man. Totally simple body, hanging buttocks, fat, no muscles. Is it possible to love yourself when you don't express a hint of the prettiness which society worships in its magazines?
You see, try to go back to other periods of history. Look, for example, at the women painted by Rubens or Rembrandt, or the statues of the italian rennaissance. I don't think any of those women would make it into the beauty and erotics magazines of today. Back then most men wanted women that were thick, fat, even. Sexual heaven meant to be able to mount a mountain of flesh.
Conversely, the modern female ideal is a girl with the figure of a predator, like a lioness or a tigress. I guess you know what I mean. However, many people cannot hope to attain this ideal. Yet some of them still can't help themselves in thinking that only that ideal has any prettiness. Pastors may say there is other beauty, and there certainly is, but even that can sound like a lame excuse when you're young, a powerless solace, it feels like having to drive a moped when others go by luxury cars.
Personally, I don't have these issues. I was ugly in my youth, but later on I got lucky and my body developed to something acceptable. Yet I know both worlds, the dark reality of being ugly and being unable to escape it, without having the lucky indifference of those who are ugly and don't give a shit about it. The other world is when you're sexy for real, and feeling sexy too, when you go into a room and women turn their heads and want your attention. The dark world of ugliness and the "light" world of sexyness both have their valuable teachings. Yet the first one is depressing and the last one is pleasing. Yes, one get tired of the world of those who seem "flawless" in appearance and yet uglily decadent in core. But this takes some time to see.
What does that have to do with transsexualism? It's what I said at first, that some transsexual people want to create themselves as the ever present beauty which cannot be attained otherwise, which, if she met you at a party, would ignore you because it would consider you way too low beneath her. Actual girls, sometimes the spouses of those transsexuals, cannot compete with this sex kitten some of the more fortunate transsexuals can morph themselves into. Because it's not just beauty, it is coupled with raw sex, with an availability no other person can give or would want to give.
I hope you don't think I'm a basher of some kind. But there is a complexity to transsexuality that seems to not get the right attention. In the years before, say, 1980, only the determined ones actually lived out this sexuality, or, depending on the point of view, sexual deviance. Nowadays it's much easier. Maybe I should also say that I see a BIG difference between genuine transsexuality and what is simply the shemale-ism induced by the porn industry.
Tell me what you think ...