Your honest motivation for being here:

[Jhellis978]

Like many leaving their parent's nest for the first time, I fell in love in college. I was in my third year of college, taking American Constitutional Development when I first laid eyes on her.

Her looks, stunning. Her in-class dialogue, engaging. I knew I had to get to know this lady.

The semester creeped along and I soon learned that the easiest way to get this girl's attention would be through my interaction in the class. Being in a politically driven class, I decided to take the exact opposite position on every issue discussed.

My plan worked as our conversations carried over after class, until I finally got the courage to ask her out. Instantly, her charm trapped my heart and mind, weakening my previous hesitations. As if divinely scripted, the first two dates went off without a hitch. On our third date, after catching the school's production of "Bus Stop", we ventured back to my apartment and I aimed to do that which college guys do, but before I could get her into my bedroom she grabbed me by the arm. I looked into her eyes--eyes that normally exuded an overadbundance of confidence--and for the first time I sensed hesitation on her part.

"I have something I need to tell you," she mumbled.

It seemed innocuous enough at the time, so I told her to explain away.

At this point, she informed me about her past (e.g. her genetic identity).

There are certain times in our lives when emotions become so intense that we feel that we are no longer in our body, but merely floating like a cloud watching and listening to everything. This was one of those times. I didn’t know what to do. For a few minutes, I ceased to be me. My body locked up, my stare was fixed, no blinking, no breathing, just stillness. The tears were flowing down her cheeks and there was an internal flood within me. Surely, I had blacked out for a second and put words into her mouth.

Shock. Pain. Fear. All these emotions rushed through my body like commuters on a busy train, all fighting for the right to express them first. I fought them all back. Somewhere inside me there was a sense of calm. As if she and I were communicating telepathically, somehow her heart was reassuring me. I could not deny the attraction. That was one of the few certain things. Did this make me gay? Paradox was definitely the word of the day.

For a moment, everything seemed clear. The internal metamorphosis I had undergone now had meaning. Two years ago I would have slapped my hand on her head and tried to cast out some “demon.” All in “love” of course. I detected no demon today, only pure utter confusion. She continued to cry and stare me in the eye, waiting for some kind of response.

I couldn’t find the words to verbally express how I felt; I couldn’t even find the words to form a legitimate question, even though I was full of them. Impulse took over and I could hold back no longer. I leaned over and kissed her, laying her down on the bed. I undressed her and myself, taking total control of the moment. Oh gorgeous and “gorgeous-ity”, the passion and emotion as I entered her body-the moans of her crying out my name and gently caressing my body. I wiped the tears from her eyes and caressed her face as I began to kiss her more and more.

For the first time in my life sex had been taken to another level. Maybe this was what making love was all about; I thought I had experienced the art of making love before but it was nowhere near as powerful as this. Perhaps, we had just stumbled across some great, Tantra-like secret. Whatever it was, it felt good and it felt right. I pushed all the worries and doubt aside; they were for another time and another place. Right now, I had one focus.

Every ounce of emotion, a metric ton of emotion, I poured out into the act. The only words spoken were her moans of my name. When we finished, she lay in my arms as I ran my fingers through her hair. Again we remained silent. No words could express, with justice, the religious event we had just experienced.

I've always thought that fear is a direct product of ignorance and I knew I was totally ignorant about my new friend and I realized I could not afford to be afraid of her or her life, so I sat out to educate myself about the issues at hand. My studies led me to the conclusion that gender is a state of mind and not defined by a physical aparatus between the legs. This understanding allowed our relationship to flourish for the next two years before a relationship's greatest enemy (lack of trust) was allowed into our relationship due to circumstances totally unrelated to her gender identity.

After we split, I found myself drawn to other transgendered women, but could not explain why. It had nothing to with fetishes or thrills, but merely a matter of personal preference that I could not explain. I continued to date genetic girls as well and though satisfying, they left me thirsting for something more.

Finally, the answer came to me. I am attracted to femininty and the transgendered women I met were femininty personified. Yes, femininty in appearance, but a certain intangible feminine soul I had yet to find in a genetic girl.

Surely, there's a place to meet an attractive ts and not be hustled.

Surely, there's a place to meet an attractive ts with a college education.

Surely, there's a place to meet an attractive ts, concerned with social activism among her peers.

Is this that place?

[JohnnyWalkerBlackLabel]

welcome to the board....................
long ass thesis post
lol

yes this is that place

[Jhellis978]

welcome to the board....................
long ass thesis post
lol

yes this is that place

Well, it seems you have to add eroticism to your posts around here to get a response, so I thought I would try my hand at it.

[JohnnyWalkerBlackLabel]

no not really........................
take a closer look at some threads, you'll see the absence of eroticism

[Legend]

Jhellis978 im not telling you shit man, if we are dummies!

[tsntx]

Like many leaving their parent's nest for the first time, I fell in love in college. I was in my third year of college, taking American Constitutional Development when I first laid eyes on her.

Her looks, stunning. Her in-class dialogue, engaging. I knew I had to get to know this lady.

The semester creeped along and I soon learned that the easiest way to get this girl's attention would be through my interaction in the class. Being in a politically driven class, I decided to take the exact opposite position on every issue discussed.

My plan worked as our conversations carried over after class, until I finally got the courage to ask her out. Instantly, her charm trapped my heart and mind, weakening my previous hesitations. As if divinely scripted, the first two dates went off without a hitch. On our third date, after catching the school's production of "Bus Stop", we ventured back to my apartment and I aimed to do that which college guys do, but before I could get her into my bedroom she grabbed me by the arm. I looked into her eyes--eyes that normally exuded an overadbundance of confidence--and for the first time I sensed hesitation on her part.

"I have something I need to tell you," she mumbled.

It seemed innocuous enough at the time, so I told her to explain away.

At this point, she informed me about her past (e.g. her genetic identity).

There are certain times in our lives when emotions become so intense that we feel that we are no longer in our body, but merely floating like a cloud watching and listening to everything. This was one of those times. I didn’t know what to do. For a few minutes, I ceased to be me. My body locked up, my stare was fixed, no blinking, no breathing, just stillness. The tears were flowing down her cheeks and there was an internal flood within me. Surely, I had blacked out for a second and put words into her mouth.

Shock. Pain. Fear. All these emotions rushed through my body like commuters on a busy train, all fighting for the right to express them first. I fought them all back. Somewhere inside me there was a sense of calm. As if she and I were communicating telepathically, somehow her heart was reassuring me. I could not deny the attraction. That was one of the few certain things. Did this make me gay? Paradox was definitely the word of the day.

For a moment, everything seemed clear. The internal metamorphosis I had undergone now had meaning. Two years ago I would have slapped my hand on her head and tried to cast out some “demon.” All in “love” of course. I detected no demon today, only pure utter confusion. She continued to cry and stare me in the eye, waiting for some kind of response.

I couldn’t find the words to verbally express how I felt; I couldn’t even find the words to form a legitimate question, even though I was full of them. Impulse took over and I could hold back no longer. I leaned over and kissed her, laying her down on the bed. I undressed her and myself, taking total control of the moment. Oh gorgeous and “gorgeous-ity”, the passion and emotion as I entered her body-the moans of her crying out my name and gently caressing my body. I wiped the tears from her eyes and caressed her face as I began to kiss her more and more.

For the first time in my life sex had been taken to another level. Maybe this was what making love was all about; I thought I had experienced the art of making love before but it was nowhere near as powerful as this. Perhaps, we had just stumbled across some great, Tantra-like secret. Whatever it was, it felt good and it felt right. I pushed all the worries and doubt aside; they were for another time and another place. Right now, I had one focus.

Every ounce of emotion, a metric ton of emotion, I poured out into the act. The only words spoken were her moans of my name. When we finished, she lay in my arms as I ran my fingers through her hair. Again we remained silent. No words could express, with justice, the religious event we had just experienced.

I've always thought that fear is a direct product of ignorance and I knew I was totally ignorant about my new friend and I realized I could not afford to be afraid of her or her life, so I sat out to educate myself about the issues at hand. My studies led me to the conclusion that gender is a state of mind and not defined by a physical aparatus between the legs. This understanding allowed our relationship to flourish for the next two years before a relationship's greatest enemy (lack of trust) was allowed into our relationship due to circumstances totally unrelated to her gender identity.

After we split, I found myself drawn to other transgendered women, but could not explain why. It had nothing to with fetishes or thrills, but merely a matter of personal preference that I could not explain. I continued to date genetic girls as well and though satisfying, they left me thirsting for something more.

Finally, the answer came to me. I am attracted to femininty and the transgendered women I met were femininty personified. Yes, femininty in appearance, but a certain intangible feminine soul I had yet to find in a genetic girl.

Surely, there's a place to meet an attractive ts and not be hustled.

Surely, there's a place to meet an attractive ts with a college education.

Surely, there's a place to meet an attractive ts, concerned with social activism among her peers.

Is this that place?


very well written.... how come when we talked you never went into such depth as to what happened? kudos to you and youre well written post... as far as is this the place to meet a respectable wifey material girl... myself excluded ;) ... no

[Legend]

Like many leaving their parent's nest for the first time, I fell in love in college. I was in my third year of college, taking American Constitutional Development when I first laid eyes on her.

Her looks, stunning. Her in-class dialogue, engaging. I knew I had to get to know this lady.

The semester creeped along and I soon learned that the easiest way to get this girl's attention would be through my interaction in the class. Being in a politically driven class, I decided to take the exact opposite position on every issue discussed.

My plan worked as our conversations carried over after class, until I finally got the courage to ask her out. Instantly, her charm trapped my heart and mind, weakening my previous hesitations. As if divinely scripted, the first two dates went off without a hitch. On our third date, after catching the school's production of "Bus Stop", we ventured back to my apartment and I aimed to do that which college guys do, but before I could get her into my bedroom she grabbed me by the arm. I looked into her eyes--eyes that normally exuded an overadbundance of confidence--and for the first time I sensed hesitation on her part.

"I have something I need to tell you," she mumbled.

It seemed innocuous enough at the time, so I told her to explain away.

At this point, she informed me about her past (e.g. her genetic identity).

There are certain times in our lives when emotions become so intense that we feel that we are no longer in our body, but merely floating like a cloud watching and listening to everything. This was one of those times. I didn’t know what to do. For a few minutes, I ceased to be me. My body locked up, my stare was fixed, no blinking, no breathing, just stillness. The tears were flowing down her cheeks and there was an internal flood within me. Surely, I had blacked out for a second and put words into her mouth.

Shock. Pain. Fear. All these emotions rushed through my body like commuters on a busy train, all fighting for the right to express them first. I fought them all back. Somewhere inside me there was a sense of calm. As if she and I were communicating telepathically, somehow her heart was reassuring me. I could not deny the attraction. That was one of the few certain things. Did this make me gay? Paradox was definitely the word of the day.

For a moment, everything seemed clear. The internal metamorphosis I had undergone now had meaning. Two years ago I would have slapped my hand on her head and tried to cast out some “demon.” All in “love” of course. I detected no demon today, only pure utter confusion. She continued to cry and stare me in the eye, waiting for some kind of response.

I couldn’t find the words to verbally express how I felt; I couldn’t even find the words to form a legitimate question, even though I was full of them. Impulse took over and I could hold back no longer. I leaned over and kissed her, laying her down on the bed. I undressed her and myself, taking total control of the moment. Oh gorgeous and “gorgeous-ity”, the passion and emotion as I entered her body-the moans of her crying out my name and gently caressing my body. I wiped the tears from her eyes and caressed her face as I began to kiss her more and more.

For the first time in my life sex had been taken to another level. Maybe this was what making love was all about; I thought I had experienced the art of making love before but it was nowhere near as powerful as this. Perhaps, we had just stumbled across some great, Tantra-like secret. Whatever it was, it felt good and it felt right. I pushed all the worries and doubt aside; they were for another time and another place. Right now, I had one focus.

Every ounce of emotion, a metric ton of emotion, I poured out into the act. The only words spoken were her moans of my name. When we finished, she lay in my arms as I ran my fingers through her hair. Again we remained silent. No words could express, with justice, the religious event we had just experienced.

I've always thought that fear is a direct product of ignorance and I knew I was totally ignorant about my new friend and I realized I could not afford to be afraid of her or her life, so I sat out to educate myself about the issues at hand. My studies led me to the conclusion that gender is a state of mind and not defined by a physical aparatus between the legs. This understanding allowed our relationship to flourish for the next two years before a relationship's greatest enemy (lack of trust) was allowed into our relationship due to circumstances totally unrelated to her gender identity.

After we split, I found myself drawn to other transgendered women, but could not explain why. It had nothing to with fetishes or thrills, but merely a matter of personal preference that I could not explain. I continued to date genetic girls as well and though satisfying, they left me thirsting for something more.

Finally, the answer came to me. I am attracted to femininty and the transgendered women I met were femininty personified. Yes, femininty in appearance, but a certain intangible feminine soul I had yet to find in a genetic girl.

Surely, there's a place to meet an attractive ts and not be hustled.

Surely, there's a place to meet an attractive ts with a college education.

Surely, there's a place to meet an attractive ts, concerned with social activism among her peers.

Is this that place?


very well written.... how come when we talked you never went into such depth as to what happened? kudos to you and youre well written post... as far as is this the place to meet a respectable wifey material girl... myself excluded ;) ... no

For some reason that excluded part is funny!

[LG]

Beautifully worded and thought provoking post Jhellis978.

For me, this may not prove the place to meet the tgirl of my dreams, because I don't live in the US. But I wish you all the best in finding Ms Right, though I fear this might not be the place you seek. True, there are many wonderful girls who post here. Some are professional models but other are not. Some might be looking for fun, a handful of others perhaps for romance, while others still may just be looking for a platform to communicate with their admirers or to boost their careers. Still, they are all welcome here.

Personally I have stopped analysing the reasons I like tgirls and the reasons I am here. I just do. I just am. But I will agree with you that the attraction is more than just sexual, that there is a deeper level to it. I have also stopped analysing my sexuality, stopped bothering with labels. Labels do more harm than good.

Welcome to our boards Jhellis978.

[Ecstatic]

LOL @ Angela "Personally, I'm here for the free finger foods." :lol:

Nicely written, Jhellis978. I doubt this is the place, but it is a great place to encounter all sorts of different people involved in the TS community at different levels.

I like your writing style: maybe you could write the first TS Harlequin romance? j/k

[Donko]

I want to meet a TS who is hung and full of fun and not just a bitch looking for money. Those cunts don't deserve to be here- you cunts know who you are.

Cunts

[Ecstatic]

I think a lot of people take far too hard a line on the "I'll never spend money on an escort" line. First, it begs the question, doth he protest too much? But more importantly, you can miss out on meeting some wonderful girls that way. Yes, I've dropped money where it was wasted and I regretted it on "nowhere girls", but I've also made friends with some who are a valuable part of my life, quite apart from the pay for play element. Far from regretting seeing an escort, I would regret deeply having not met these wonderful women.

And hey, the sex is great, too. :)

[ezed]

I want to meet a TS who is hung and full of fun and not just a bitch looking for money. Those cunts don't deserve to be here- you cunts know who you are.

Cunts

Yea, yea I know what you mean! There's a girl in Hersey, PA named 3-mile ( you know, like the rapper). She's hung like a horse, not looking for money, but tends to melt down if you see anyone else. I believe she's on eros in the "girls looking section..no strings attached" She has a yahoo profile and a deadly rod. Good luck!

ezed

[tsntx]

Usually post @ BTG forum. But, I found interest in them after dealing with a few heartbreaks from a few GG's. I started looking elsewhere. Stumbling onto the BTG and Yum. It held my interest ever since. Day by day I'm learning new features and language of the culture of TG's. Figuring, if I hang around open minded people, then I'll feel a bit more conformtable about it as I keep an open mind myself. I never dated one or been with one. But, on my way to school and work. I see them on the regular. Alot of them are cute. But after reading about all that escorting, herpes and what not. I'm kind of shying away from the idea of seeking a relationship with one.

I refuse to date or spend hard earn funds on an escort. I want love, not sex.








all i can say to that is treat a girl w/ love and respect and DONT treat her like a prostitute and she wont charge you like one.... i cant tell you how many times since joining this board last month how many guys have pmed me and were all cool and a few even cute and then they ask how much it will cost for a night or even a weekend w/ me...wtf???!!! b/c b4 they asked that it was all about how they wanted a gf ts or gg so then why ask me how much? you guys really wanna date a hooker? the answer while it is NO isnt b/c of that its b/c u dont want to date at all... stop the games and bs just lay it out on the table

JMO...