Am I a 'bad' person?

This has the makings of a blog post, so I will type it thusly. It also reeks of the 'Am I gay?' thread variety, so if you have tired of such wails and diatribes, just move along, there's nothing for you to see here.

Granted, there are various levels of 'bad', from the kid swiping a candy bar at the corner store to...let's say...Hitler. I like to think of myself as being around the candy-swiping level of 'bad'.

It's fairly common knowledge that I am bi/pan/omnisexual (If it's breathing, I'll tap it!). It's also pretty well known that am I fairly dick-centric. To paraphrase a character from the Showtime series, 'Queer As Folk': "I like cock. I like to look at it, hold it, have it in my mouth and ass!".

Yet, in all of this, I try to be understanding of the culture in which we dance, ie: T-gurls. I like to think of myself as well-read, reasonably intelligent, polite and considerate. I try to treat all that I talk to/post with to the level of respect they earn and deserve.

Then comes today...

I woke up to the alarm (A rare treat, as I am an insufferable insomniac), found that the power had blipped during the night and caused grief to the computer. I caged the carpet bomber (The indoor cat has stretched my patience beyond measure and now spends daylight hours behind bars) and fed the porch cats and set off for work.

The first signs that this would be an 'off' day were at the convenience store that I hit each morning. The toaster had died (No breakfast) and I forgot my usual coffee and landed at the counter with a couple that was literally playing the he-said-she-said duel at two-the-fucking-clock-in-the-gawddamned-morning. :x

Not being able to decide whether to slap him, her, or both of them, I paid my way and got out of there before shots were fired. Once in the car, I bit into the first hotdog of the day (The only ready food that was available as the toaster had crapped out) and got a piece of bone lodged between my front teeth (If you like hotdogs, don't EVER research what's actually in them).

Arrived at work late, broken machinery, flaming wrecks, panicked supervisors, shit rolls downhill and I was in the valley this morning. :(

I somehow get through the day and come home to a couple of nice Ladyboy69 vids (Thank you, JeeZUS!), and then settle down to what I pray will be about seventy-two hours of absolutely NOTHING.

But noooooooooooo......

I gotta go window shopping in Eros. :roll:

To my delight, I see a posting from a gurl that I'd fallen in lust with about a year ago, just via her posted pics. She'd dropped off the radar for a bit and I thought she'd gone home/been deported/retired.

People's tastes vary widely, and I expect some on the forums might consider this gurl somewhat 'masculine' in her features, but from the moment that I saw the first image of her I was hooked. Sharp features, fine hair, large, dark and expressive eyes that hypnotize you and a smile that dissolves all the bad from your day.

I'd fantasized about meeting/being with this gurl from the moment I saw her face. I was obsessed! To say that I was disappointed/depressed when she slipped off the map a few months ago is an understatement.

So...

I am gleefully noting her contact info from her Eros ad (Which is identical to the one she'd previously posted) when I come to a minor change in the text of the posting: "Post-op" :shock: Thus explaining her absence from the human race for the past few months.

While I am an admitted cock bandit, a freely confessed cockhound, I do understand and appreciate when a gurl wants/seeks/needs SRS, but this particular time I felt as though I had missed something, perhaps felt a bit cheated in having not had the chance to experience this gurl in her 'before' persona.

Don't get me wrong, I still hope to someday meet this gurl and get to know her (If for no more than to gaze upon her incredible face in person), but I see little beyond that. :(

Here I am, adoring (Perhaps even worshiping) her image when I discover that the 'T-clit' is gone and suddenly the feelings diminish (Though don't completely fade).

How do the gurls deal with that? Have you (Post-ops) ever had a boyfriend/lover ask you to don a strap-on for the evening's festivities? Have post-op gurls maintained relationships with men that they'd dated as their 'old selves'?

*Sigh* It's difficult to be understanding and supportive of someone when they eschew a piece of them that you appreciate as much as you love them. :?

Perhaps I need to find a recipe for quiche and paper the house in pink or lavender.

General, have you been taking a correspondence course at the Peggygee
School Of Journalism. :D

I was reading your post and had no idea it was heading to an 'encounter
of the post op kind'.

But I can actually understand and empathize with your angst.

Imagine you were headed to SIzzler for steak and potatoes, and they
were all out and ony had fried fish dinners.

Now you really had your mouth and heart set on 'turf', and they only
have 'smelly surf'.

But no you're not a bad person, at least you realize some of us heifers are really fish at heart. http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l2/magi43/shrug.gif

I don't think your a bad guy.I mean you know what you like so I can understand you grieving.Maybe she's the bad one for selFISHly crossing over.I'm sorry for your loss.:)

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How do the gurls deal with that? Have you (Post-ops) ever had a boyfriend/lover ask you to don a strap-on for the evening's festivities? Have post-op gurls maintained relationships with men that they'd dated as their 'old selves'?.

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I don't deal with it. Not Post-op, but not all the money in the world could get me to top anything that would call itself a man, so might as well be in some sense. Allot of dipshits would say "what's the point?!", but I transitioned young and was gifted to be attractive to some men who liked me enough to be neither bothered, nor simply worshiping my anatomy. I've had a few potential dates hint towards it after awhile, but that simply made him an impass to be discarded. I don't escort am not subject to owing anyone anything because I had the misfortune to be born male anatomically.

Having your own tastes doesn't make you a bad person, you are just a vaginaphobic or something.

I read the whole thing and I still have no idea what the problem is. Your favorite t-girl had a sex change? That doesn't make you bad. Liking cock doesn't make you bad, and missing it doesn't either. I think...

And I have a whole quiver of strap-ons - why wait till my sex change... and oh yeah, you're gay! LOL :-)

Giggle,
TS Jamie :-)

Oh Great Bearded One- trust me, and I don't think you know me well enough to trust me, but I've read your posts over the years. You appear to me to be level-headed. You are, and will continue to be, fine. Keep on keepin' on.

besides, anyone who appreciates Hilda Brazil as much as you, has a good since of judgement.

@B1

You like what you like. That can't be good or bad. So no you are not a bad person.

:-)

Thanx so much for the kind and witty replies.

And thanx, Jas, for the wreath, though she isn't even 'mostly dead'. :) Heh @ 'selFISHly'. :lol:

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Imagine you were headed to SIzzler for steak and potatoes, and they
were all out and ony had fried fish dinners.

Now you really had your mouth and heart set on 'turf', and they only
have 'smelly surf'.

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Excellent analogy, though kielbasi and tacos might be the better image. :wink:

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Having your own tastes doesn't make you a bad person, you are just a vaginaphobic or something.

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Heh @ 'vaginaphobic'. :) Actually, I've yet to meet a kitty I didn't like and have had lovers slap me on the head to get me to come up for air, but T-kitty is an unexplored realm for me. Add to that the fact that age and health issues have made my dick uncooperative at best, making me primarily a bottom person in the Horizontal Hula. Kinda limits the sort of intimacies I might get involved in at times.

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I read the whole thing and I still have no idea what the problem is. Your favorite t-girl had a sex change? That doesn't make you bad. Liking cock doesn't make you bad, and missing it doesn't either. I think...

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I guess 'bad' was a poor choice. Certainly 'shallow', to some extent anyway. I'm just worrying (Probably too much) that I might come off (To this particular gurl at least) as one of those idjits that whine "Oh, no! She hacked off her money-maker! She is dead to us now!" (And before you pass that off as extreme, it is paraphrased from an actual post).

Perhaps I'm just thinking too much into this right now. This is what happens when I do brainwerking while I'm sick and downing Mint Juleps of NyQuil and beer. :roll:

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And I have a whole quiver of strap-ons - why wait till my sex change... and oh yeah, you're gay! LOL

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Ah! A verdict at last! I will run right out and get an Andy Warhol print for the bedroom and a Mapplethorpe to hang over the loo. :lol:

Heh @ toys, way-back-when I actually earned a 'Gold Membership' at Good Vibrations for the multitude of handy substitutes I had purchased there. :)

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You appear to me to be level-headed.

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Heh, gotcha fooled. :wink:

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besides, anyone who appreciates Hilda Brazil as much as you, has a good since of judgement.

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Thanx. In fact, this gurl (Also from Brasil) reminds me somewhat of Hilda with her eyes and smile.

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You like what you like. That can't be good or bad. So no you are not a bad person.

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Thanx. :)

Thanx again to all that gave their thougts. I feel a little less shallow now. :)

i just think this post should serve as a warning to all the chasers wasting girls times by calling and hanging up or flaking out on their set appts or guys too chicken shit to get w/ the girls they want.... eventually you WILL miss out on what you want and wont have the option of going back... so stop stalling.

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i just think this post should serve as a warning to all the chasers wasting girls times by calling and hanging up or flaking out on their set appts or guys too chicken shit to get w/ the girls they want.... eventually you WILL miss out on what you want and wont have the option of going back... so stop stalling.

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Ditto... When it's gone, it's gone.

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i just think this post should serve as a warning to all the chasers wasting girls times by calling and hanging up or flaking out on their set appts or guys too chicken shit to get w/ the girls they want.... eventually you WILL miss out on what you want and wont have the option of going back... so stop stalling.

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Hmm...I hadn't expected that my random soul-searching would turn into a Public Service Announcement, but so be it.

:shrug

In this case it was a mix of schedule, distance (She's in another city), and finance, none of which seemed to flow my way. I also have shitty timing, as I was actively 'shopping' at one point a while back, but it was during her hiatus...renovation, as it were. :?

I still want to meet her though, as her face is that captivating to me and she has shown a great sense of talent and humor in a couple of brief vids I've seen of her. I'm looking at a possible foray to that city later in the summer (Unless gas tops $10 a gallon, which is not impossible) and may be able to ring her up then. Granted, it will likely be the most expensive 'hanging out' I've ever done, as the intimacy factor significantly changes due to mechanics, but her image is =THAT= inspiring to me.

Who knows? Maybe I'll click to New Pussy as much as I did to Pussy Classic. :) Personally, I'm at the point where I'll entertain any conversation that doesn't begin with "Meow?" and end with "Hiss!". :roll:

As to what Jen said above:

Really, guyz, don't fart around with the gurls. Either you want to meet them or you don't. Life is short and cruel and you only have one chance to discover new things and find some modicum of happiness on this sewer farm we call Earth.

I missed a great opportunity with this particular gurl because life dealt me a low hand and I kept my thumb up my ass instead of finding a way to make it happen. But I truly intend to follow up and see if maybe she is 'The One' that makes it all right, no matter the plumbing situation. Worst that could happen is that she drags me to the occasional chick-flick and gets my sleeve all soggy.

Nike has the right idea: Just do it.

Oh, and don't be a dweeb about it.

i wouldnt say your a bad person at all. look at it this way, its like you missed your window. like you took the blue pill and now worder what would happen if you took the red pill. but you cant blame her for doing what she was eventually going to do anyway. it is her choice after all

[quote="Bic"]i wouldnt say your a bad person at all. look at it this way, its like you missed your window. like you took the blue pill and now worder what would happen if you took the red pill. but you cant blame her for doing what she was eventually going to do anyway. it is her choice after all[/quo

Oh, I certainly don't fault her for what she wanted/needed to do to make her life whole.

My grief is over how shallow I am (Or feel) for missing her 'T'. I've yet to be in a relationship situation where this has been an issue (Though I have known a fair number of gurls who have transitioned, we were not intimately involved in any way).

I guess it's something I need to suss out so as to not drag it into the relationship (Even if it is with an escort). It really isn't fair to either of us if I have such unresolved issues or questions.

Though I do like the blue pill/red pill analogy. I just had to add some twists.

Bearded, you're bad, you're bad, you know it.

I think its like the equivalent of having an ex-girlfriend who gets married; there's nothing you can do now.

The "guilt" you feel is simply because you like cock... (as does everyone here), time passes, things are different, as yes, it could be a little ddisconcerting sometimes.

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Am I a 'bad' person?

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The indoor cat has stretched my patience beyond measure and now spends daylight hours behind bars) and fed the porch cats

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Yes.

Any guy with that many cats is a bad person :p

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Any guy with that many cats is a bad person :p

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I won't even list the multitude of random strays that find my home a haven. :roll:

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I think its like the equivalent of having an ex-girlfriend who gets married; there's nothing you can do now.

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I was thinking the same thing, that perhaps we are relegated to a 'friend zone' sort of thing. Time will tell.

Yes, you're bad. All supervillians have beards.

Ah General, welcome to the land of Oxymoronia: cock-centric omnisexual indeed! :)

You're not bad, you're just drawn that way.

I know where you're coming from. I love cock, and I love women. Hence I love women with cocks (top or bottom, either/or). But I have, many a time, ventured into the realm of "new pussy" and I love it as much as I do "pussy classic." In fact, just this past Saturday I had a great visit with my Vietnamese post-op "girlfriend" (she loves to introduce me to her friends and even family as her "boyfriend") and once again got to enjoy her, erm, charms. Try it, you'll like it.

(I still like tgirl cock the best, though. Just the way I'm wired.)

Thanx for your note, E. I know you have ventured into the realm of post-op heaven, so it's good to hear/read a word of encouragement from you.

I'll play it by ear. Perhaps she likes aural sex. ;)

Sounds good to me! ;)

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