Honda,
You worked at Gaity?
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Honda,
You worked at Gaity?
what you call "real" ts or ggs dont goto porn sites (like this one) to look for something lasting or something with no money involved.. so why would you expect guys on here to look for anything on here other than material to j/o before the wife and kids come home..Quote:
Originally Posted by Vicki Richter
and as for the ones that proclaim love to girls on here......thats stuff that nightmares are made out of....
screw you guys..im going home
most t-girls are hookers anyways, paying is for chumps
Good grief, how did this thread get brought back?
Congrats to djs, she's a very beautiful girl. And most ts girls are not sex workers, but so what if some are? A career is a career, why should sex work be any different then weaving baskets or whatever?
And relationships between guys and Tgirls deffinately can and do work out. A guy can't expect something for nothing, though. Every girl expects a guy to at least be a good provider for her, that's just natural.
:popcornQuote:
Originally Posted by TheOne1
That's awesome man, congrats. :wink:Quote:
Originally Posted by djs
Actually, I am rather glad the thread got resurrected. :twisted:Quote:
Originally Posted by hondarobot
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It has something for everyone, the topic of love,
which we ladies always like to discuss. And then
there's the topic of lust, that the guys - well you know :roll:
And while I don't personally know the lovely couple,
I am truly happy for them, and I wish them all the best 8)
Finally as to women wanting to be provided for. Well I would
want my mate to be gainfully employed , but since this isn't the
1950s and Wally and the Beav have left home, I think we are
capable of providing for ourselves.
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Boy, Womyns lib has been great :wink:
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Originally Posted by Vicki Richter
Well, I tried to have the real thing with a t-girl.
I had been to a bunch of escorts, then decided to get a t-girl escort.
I am a pretty good looking guy,
6'2" 225 lbs athletic build, buzzed hair, green eyes and an average package. Big strong and silent type.
The T-girl I was with was pretty, petite and a pleasure to be with. I was not closeted about it. Went out with her in public, took her to parties, wanted to bring her to my family reunion (she said no)
However, After months of being together, she started seeing younger, hotter spanish fly boys with monster cocks.
I was bummed, and did not want to stay in the relationship with her.
So the t-girl some times leaves for the LUST as well.
I post under the other section for a real meeting. I have not had one response.
Vicky, if you are reading this. WHat is your advice for a regular guy like me to find a t-girl for the real thing?
OkQuote:
Originally Posted by Vicki Richter
First......
You look really "CUNT" in your avatar pic......like real "fish"......OVAH.
As far as "swallowing everything that come out of you"..........thats a very deep subject.
Your hella nasty and I am too as are most of these bastards on this board.
I love nasty freaky people.
There.......Im done!
It was long before it became trendy to date transsexuals that I was
searching for her. I didn't really know who she was, but I knew she
was out there, somewhere. I had been involved with several
Transsexuals in the past but all of the relationships were strictly
based on lust and were very superficial. There were a lot of drugs
involved so emotions, no matter how we expressed them, were never
truly sincere coming from an intoxicated state of being. The sex was
good. Sometimes great but most of them were prostitutes and while I
have no problem with that, I wanted to find someone who wasn't high
all the time and turning tricks. I wanted a transsexual who was my
girl, my woman, who I could fall in love with, share my lust with
and know that there was a special bond that was ours. An intimacy
with passion that would supersede all that we had known before.
Yeah, I know I was dreaming pretty far fetched dreams but that is
what I was looking for, I didn't say I really expected to
find "her".
I found out early on dating Transsexuals that if you were a straight
man who was not ashamed to be seen in public with a TS, someone
confident enough to be secure in his sexuality, you could get almost
any TS girl you wanted. This was before the masses found out about
the best of both worlds, before the Brazilians had turned everybody
on to the ultra sexual appeal of trannys. And believe me back in the
day (we are talking 1990-1996) I was Babe Ruth out there knocking
them down one after another. I was unstoppable but I wasn't
satisfied. I wanted "her", and I was not going to stop until I found
her. So this of course meant a whole lot of test drives so to say.
You don't buy a car until you drive it, hell you don't buy a pair of
shoes until you tried them on for size and the same holds true for a
lover I guess. Some were awesome and we had an ongoing physical
relationship, others were hideous and I was looking for the exit as
soon as I got a good look at them in the light. None of them had the
total package of sexy, beautiful, kind and intelligent. At the time
I was frequenting one of the clubs that is still popular in Los
Angeles on Monday and Friday nights, Peanuts. Although it was quite
a different place back then. It had not become the brothel that we
all know today. Every girl wasn't turning tricks. The show was worth
watching with performers like Jasmyn, Linda Mendoza, and Viva Sex
when she was really Madonna's Favorite Madonna Impersonator and the
Glamorous Angela Shelby. Angela was always so elegant and sexy with
her thick lips and big eyes and I enjoyed hanging out at the bar
just talking to her or shall I say her talking me into buying her
and her friends another round of drinks. Gladly. On this particular
night I was at the bar just killing time clocking the girls and
seeing who was showing signs of interest in me, waiting to make a
move until I was sure that it was a sure thing. It was packed and
the crowd was to capacity. Suddenly in the sea of faces I see a face
that I had never seen before. Very angelic, almost glowing with a
beautiful smile and long black hair she moved through the crowd as
if she was floating. Her face seemed to standout from all the others
as her eyes stared deep into my soul, hypnotizing me with her very
presence. Closer and closer she was moving as if to speak with only
me. She finally came face to face with me and she touched my face
with her soft and gentle hand and simply said "Muy guapo papi". She
looked in my eyes for a moment and turned to Angela Shelby and
started to speak with her in Spanish. Angela told me that her friend
thought that I was very handsome. I told her to tell her friend that
she was Beautiful and I asked her what her name was. She said it was
Daniella. I offered to buy her a drink and she accepted and after
Angela said something to her she asked if I would buy her friend
Angela a drink as well. I agreed. We spoke to each other in broken
pieces of each others language barely able to communicate. She told
me she was from Guadalajara and she now lived in Downey. She seemed to like me so I asked her to go home with me but much to my surprise she declined. I tried to coax her into changing her mind but she
held fast. And before I knew it she dismissed herself, said maybe
another time, said goodbye to me and Angela and she was gone. I was
stunned and devastated.
For the next four days, until Friday I could think of nothing but
Daniella, all day, everyday. She consumed my every thought. I was in
a heartsick state all week, like when you have a crush on someone in
school and they show interest and then you have to go on vacation
with your family. All I wanted was another chance to see her. One
more opportunity to try and persuade her to spend some time alone
and maybe this would be it. It was her that I had been looking for
and I couldn't let her get away. The days seemed to go so slowly in
anticipation of Friday. I would go back to Peanuts; we would meet
again and live happily ever after right? Wrong. All that anxiety and
anticipation for our second meeting was in vain. Friday came and I
was there waiting looking at every face that walked by all night
long and she never appeared. Now I was heartbroken. All weekend long
I was sick from the disappointment. I even prayed to God if he would
just allow me one more chance to see her and then if she did not
want me I would accept it. Monday would not come soon enough.
It was a rollercoaster ride of a weekend. One moment consumed in
anxious anticipation of the chance of seeing "her" again, the next
absorbed in self-doubt feeling despair over the thought of her
perhaps not showing up ever again or if she did she wouldn't have
the same feelings for me that I h ad for her. Torturing myself for
the next three days would only end when the moment of truth finally
arrived. Monday night at Peanuts was here but where was she? Had I
wasted my time and emotional energy on an illusion that I and I alone had been a part of?
I arrived at Peanuts on my 1981 Harley Davidson Wide Glide. I had
discovered some time ago that no matter what problems or anxiety I
was experiencing, when I fired up the bike and let the wind take me,
all the stress was temporarily relieved and I was balanced once
again. I parked on the sidewalk in front of the Santa Monica Blvd
Mecca for those beauties of the third gender and soaked up the
attention that I obviously sought by owning the V twin never mind
putting it on display for each who entered to see. And as is typical
I received many comments and adulation, some girls expressed fear of
the very thought of ever sitting on a motorcycle, some men whispered
envious thoughts under their breath. I was putting my helmet up and
trying to decide whether to go with the bandana or not. I am a
musician who has played heavy metal for years so I am very
comfortable with the attention my hard edged sometime flamboyant
attire attracts. But tonight I was only trying to draw the attention
of "her", of Daniella. If she showed up. If God answered my prayers.
So I was trying to decide about the bandana when one of LA's semi-
celebrity TS, one of the Chanel Twins just so happened to be walking
by so I asked her. Bandana or no bandana? She quite attentively
looked at both styles and told me "With the Bandana! You look too
cool!" I thanked her and felt my self confidence grow and now I was
ready for the moment of truth.
As I entered the club, I scoped the room out for "her". Nothing. I
made my way to the far side of the bar where I had been standing
when I had met her the last time. I ordered a drink and waited
patiently all the time clocking every face to verify "her" presence.
And as I waited someone came up from behind me and tapped me on the arm. I turned to see who it was that wanted to distract me from my
purpose. It was a voluptuous TS that I had been dating on and off
for the last 6 months or so. Suzy was a fulltime prostitute and she
was proud of it. She was also tweeked out and proned to paranoid
delusion which at times brought on psychotic behavior. For this
reason I had been keeping my distance lately and a couple weeks
earlier explained to her that she was not my girlfriend and she
needed to stop stalking me. But she was one hell of a good fuck,
with a bombastic body 42DD-26-46 and a thick 10 inch cock.
Regardless of her physical attributes I was sticking to my position,
no more at least for a while. And besides I was here to find someone
else. Suzy stood there with a look of discontent and asked if she
could talk to me and I told her that I was busy and reminded her
that we already discussed this. I turned away from her. I knew she
was pissed off. Too bad.
It had started to look like my angel was not going to be here again.
I saw Angela and I asked her where her friend was and she told me
the girl wasn't really her friend. She only knew her from working at
the plaza recently. And then Angela asked me if I wanted to hook up
with her after the club closes. She said she had to work (some
parking lot off Vine St) but if I call her after 3:00am she will see
me for only $40. I told her I would think about it. My hopes were
starting to fade here as the clock approached 1:00am. I had just
about conceded to her not showing when out of nowhere, BAM, there
she was right in front of me. I was stunned and she said hello. I
said hello and asked her how she was and Daniella answered in broken
English that she had no car until one half hour ago. She had to
borrow her friend's car and she was almost unable to come. I told
Daniella I was glad she did. She said she came only to see me again.
I was floored. Wow. I told her that I had been thinking about her
all the time and was wondering if I would ever get to see her again.
When she didn't show up Monday I was thinking that she wasn't going
to be here Friday either. She informed me that she had to work in a
drag show on Mondays and she never came here on Mondays. I let her
know that I was happy she came tonight and I was hoping she would go
home with me. She said she was hoping I would ask her again. But I
had to follow her to her friends to drop off the car first. My heart
was beating so fast I was afraid I was being to assertive but it
really seemed like she liked me too.
I noticed the psycho TS Suzy clocking me from the dance floor. She
was on the stage and the entire song never took her eyes off me
talking to Daniella. I turned my back to her stares and I told
Daniella that this person was obsessed with me and asked her if she
saw someone that looked psycho walk up behind me to tell me.
Daniella looked a little confused and she asked me what I had just
said. I told her forget it. I asked her if she wanted a drink and
she said yes and could her friend (a little Mexican queen sitting at
the bar dressed like an Asian girl) could have one too. It was Melissa Delano whom I had talked with before many times, she was usually with Angela Shelby. I didn't know she was friends with Daniella but what the heck, sure.
Not long after I see Daniella staring at someone or something behind
me, and I feel a familiar tapping on my arm. I turned to face Suzy
with an evil look in her eyes. She asked me again if she could talk
to me for a moment. I sternly stated "No. I told you I was busy,
please leave me alone." She didn't like that answer. And to show me
she didn't like that answer she stepped back and like a pitcher in
baseball wound up and threw her empty glass in the direction of my
head. Fortunately I had quick reflexes and reverted to my martial
arts katas immediately reacting with a cross armed block that
deflected the glass away from me only to shatter on the floor. Suzy
stood there looking like she was challenging me to do something. She
even said "What are you gonna do now? Hit Me?" I looked around and
it was as if the whole bar had gone silent and was waiting for my
answer. I saw Daniella looking at me with intrepidness. I had to be
smart here. I wanted to just knock Suzy off her feet but that would
not solve anything. Other girls were egging me on to hit her but I
decided to go talk to security and informed the head security that
someone had just intentionally threw a glass at me and he needed to
do his job and 86 her ass.
As I walked back along the bar, which was still in a frozen moment
waiting to see what would happen next, with the Security behind me,
I ignored the people telling me to hit her. I approached Suzy and
waved goodbye to her and said "See ya". She laughed and asked me
what I was gonna do. The security asked her if she threw the glass
and she said yes she had. Then they asked her to leave and she
looked shocked and she said she wasn't leaving. She tried to walk
away but several of the Security guards quickly grabbed her and
walked her out while she struggled and yelled at me.
Daniella asked me what was that about and I said I don't know. She
was crazy. And I asked her if we could forget about that and start
where we had left off. She said ok. We talked for a little while
longer then we decided to leave. We dropped off the car and were off
to my place.
We spent the next 3 days in bed, even eating in bed. The first 2 days we didn’t even have sex, we just held each other, kissed and cuddled, talked and slept. It was perfect. I never wanted that feeling to end.
I fell in love with her and her with me. It felt like those times in High School when you meet a new girl and fall head over heels, the whole world revolving around her, consumed by infatuation that almost certainly in your wisdom has never been experienced before or since. And you also know that it won’t last long because through your past experience none of the relationships with that much passion last very long. It is like a meteor burning so hot and moving so fast that it cannot live for long. But it is amazing while it lasts. I had not experienced this kind of feeling in such a long time that it really didn’t matter to me how long it lasted. I had become rather skeptical and jaded over the years. After 2 marriages that started out full of passion and romance and ended with bitterness and contempt, and after having dated (fucked is more appropriate) strippers , groupies too many to count for almost 15 years even while married I had moved on to Transsexuals and had settled to the fact that there was no way that I could find romance and passion with a TS because their whole existence was revolving around sex, either they were prostitutes entirely or they had a way of disguising their activity but it still was basically the same. And I was fine with that, a person must do whatever they have to in order to survive. I had been dating, as boyfriend & girlfriend, a couple very well known “TS Escorts” in Hollywood over the past several years before meeting Daniella. So I wasn’t uninformed or caught in some fantasy I was chasing. I was fully aware of what the lifestyle of these girls entailed and accepted the bad with the good and never placed false expectations on the situations. But there was something different this time, at least I hoped there was. It seemed that my prayers had been answered. I needed someone that cared about me in my life. Someone who saw past the superficial hardened exterior and looked at my heart and not judge me for my mistakes of the past. Someone with a good heart who wanted someone who wanted them for more than just sex, more than just to fulfill a fantasy or curiosity. I started to believe that I had finally found that person. Many people have told me that you can never find a long term relationship with a TS. If it lasted 6 months that was considered a LTR. It is hard to find someone who is not hardened by the lifestyle of the TS world, who hasn't lost all moral integrity and who is capable of loving and being loved. Hard but not
impossible. Daniella and I stayed together for 6 years and I had
never before or most likely will never again fall so deeply in love
with someone. For the most part it was the most wonderful relationship I was ever involved with. In the first couple year(s) I was hers and she was mine and nothing could change that. I was always there when she needed me and her for me. I proved my dedication to her beyond what any man had ever attempted unashamedly taking on the responsibility to protect her in anyway I could. Since she was from Mexico and here without papers it was always an anxious time for her when she would return from Mexico, whether it was from a trip to Guadalajara for Cosmetic surgery that I sponsored or a funeral for her brother, it was I who would make sure she got across the border and got home safely. I would do the same for her TS friends and members of her family simply because she wanted me to. I never failed to successfully get them across, in fact I had done this maybe 20 times over several years before having any trouble. But due to the increased security it became tougher and eventually I was arrested and twice jailed due to the border crossings. But still I had successfully got the people across but I was arrested as they continued north. I knew the possible consequences when I agreed the first time so I accepted them without regret. As the relationship evolved the harsh realities of the lifestyle started to become too obvious to me. They had always been there but in the early days I didn’t want to see them so I was blind to them. And as much as I would like to think that I could have salvaged the relationship with a better job or more money the fact is I probably couldn’t have filled all the voids that would always be there. It came to be revealed that she had been seeing a couple of very wealthy men in the entertainment industry and while I think she was not in love with them, she did love the big money they had to throw at her. When it became too obvious and she got tired of lying and hiding it we had a period of angry bitter confrontations that we would both regret later. But it did not last long because I soon conceded to the fact that if this was her choice then so be it. I loved her no matter what, now and forever. And what she had given to me in terms of joy and happiness will always keep her in my heart. So I told her this and while I could not remain in a relationship with her, I would always be there for her. And if she was going escort I would like to see her make sure it was profitable enough to be worth the risk. I had a lot of experience with advertising and promoting from my days of playing in a fairly successful Heavy Metal Band and I showed her how the things we did in the band to promote ourselves could be applied to her line of work as well. She went on to be very successful and to this day is one of the most sought after girls in Los Angeles and throughout the USA thanks to the promotional campaigns I designed for her via the internet. And while all good things must come to an end the memories of her will never fail to put a smile on my face. We remain good friends and I know she loves me, and I will always love her but sometimes friendship is more important than romance. And in the words of William Shakespeare “tis better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all” I agree….So there is romance and dreams do come true but even dreams take work to stay alive and sometimes the realities of the world we live in over power even the strongest love.. Good luck