Pretty women and tgirls can have a double standards! I know I have and have known other women and tgirls doing just that before..So more power to us! Hehe.. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Vicki Richter
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Pretty women and tgirls can have a double standards! I know I have and have known other women and tgirls doing just that before..So more power to us! Hehe.. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Vicki Richter
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Originally Posted by Vicki Richter
Well Vicki, in a way your position does seem rather odd, in that you don't mind your guy doing it with as many g-women as he wants as long as he leaves other pre-op t-women (and guys for that matter) alone. I can understand that perhaps the g-women are a little bit less threatening as far as you're concerned (and is that your reason? You don't have to say if you don't want to), but the thought that comes to my mind is this: if/when you do choose to have The Operation, what if your man were to decide that no matter what your other qualities are, a surgically-made vagina is never going to be as satisfying to him as would the real thing?
This I ask out of curiosity about your views in this case, not out of criticism. I'm not trying to get you to change your mind about your current anatomy and what you choose to do with it or anything like that.
Hmmm this sounds like a great deal. You have your tgirl wife but can go cheat on her with a bunch of GG's? Hmmm, this is interesting... hahaha sounds like a pretty good arrangement!
i wouldn't call it cheating if it is condoned.Quote:
Originally Posted by Dengoza
Where do I put in my application? LOL. But in all seriousness, I can understand what you mean, and I just think its your preference for the type of guys you like.Quote:
Originally Posted by Vicki Richter
[quote="muhmuh"]That reminds me of an old joke. . .Quote:
Originally Posted by hondarobot
Actually, I just thought of a more interesting tangent to spin off into, and it's not really related to anything at all.
Many years ago, back when it was still somewhat cool for a (at the time) stoner malcontent to work at an uptown indie video store (which I was and I did), a regular customer of mine came in one night and gave me a book about magic.
The customer was an aspiring writer (aka bartender) and had a day job at a local Kinkos. Apparently someone had dropped off a lengthy manuscript for copying and it turned out to be some wacked out "Terrence McKenna type" treatise on the occult. The customer I knew made an additional copy and brought it down to the store for me to check out, because he knew I had a habit of calling bullshit on just about everything. And bullshit it was (as far as I could tell, honestly, how could a "magic book" not be bullshit?).
Anyhow, it was pretty weird. Not "satanic" sort of stuff, just rambling nonsense, random language shifts, strange I Ching type pictographs, all kinds of stuff. I had no idea what it was all about. That didn't stop me from reading through it while I smoked cigarettes behind the store counter and ignored most of the customers.
As I was doing this, an old, non-descript man came up to rent a movie. He saw what I was reading, scanned a bit of the text, and asked:
"Is that Cyrillic? I see you like languages."
I knew the term Cyrillic refered to that crazy Russian type alphabet, so I said:
"Sure looks like it to me, I haven't really figured out what the hell it is exactly."
Oddly enough, the guy thought this to mean that I was pouring over the text trying to decipher it's origin, while I was actually just completely baffled by the whole thing and really stoned. He thought I was some sort of foreign language enthusiast slacker/genius.
To make a long story short, the guy was a multi-millionaire who had pioneered an advance in cancer research. Because of that strange twist of fate, just because I was reading that kooky book at that time and that place, I ended up being employed by the guy for three years. I scored an awesome apartment, became the caretaker for several buildings in the upscale Kenwood area of south Minneapolis (Josh Hartnett is one of the neighborhoods current residents), went to parties at swanky mansions, fucked the rich guys accountant/landlord's sister, eventually lost the job, then got booted out of my cool apartment and headed downtown with my two cats stuck in a laundry basket.
It makes me wonder, what if I hadn't been reading that book at that time? Small little moments can result in interesting dynamics.
Oh, but back to the current topic, guys who want to get fucked in the ass. Well, I guess that's what they wanna do, but who cares? I really don't think I'd like being topped, myself.
The worst part would be that I'm sure ts girls would enjoy topping me so much, I'd end up having to go into hiding! I have strange sexual powers that women find arousing, regardless of the situation.
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(Ha! How many of you poor bastards actually read through this whole thing?)
[quote="a994"]This is, to me, a strange, and ultimately disastrous position to take in a relationship, particularly if you have hopes of it going anywhere. It is also one of the reasons I have such deep reservations about entering into another relationship with a tgirl... It seems, from my experiences, that many girls are confused about a great number of things, making it hard to figure out, for example, how she'll interpret what you say to her, what state of mind she'll be in five minutes from now, etcetera. I know that isn't the case with all tgirls, and again I'm just speaking from my experiences. Bottom line, if a girl said to me what Vicki's saying, I wouldn't believe her, and sure as hell wouldn't act on it. How many times must a man get into the infamous "I never said that" fight with a woman before he starts to recognize the set-up?Quote:
Originally Posted by Vicki Richter
I did, fucker! You owe me a beer when I'm in Mipple City next time.Quote:
(Ha! How many of you poor bastards actually read through this whole thing?)
Thus is the argument of the poly. :shrugQuote:
i wouldn't call it cheating if it is condoned.
It's not "cheating" if it's not in the rules.
Haha! Once again, though, a 100% true story. I've had an odd life. I bet most people here don't believe I have a ripped towel once worn by a dripping wet, mostly naked Vicki Richter.Quote:
Originally Posted by BeardedOne
But I do. Oh, and it's not for sale.
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