RE: my comemment, "you're all gay"....
When I decided that it was Ladyboys all the way and came flying out of the closet I realised several things.
I needed to get divorced.
I like cock.
I like cock on ladyboys only
I like ass better than pussy.
Pitch or catch, its the same game.
I needed to live with myself
I was essentially straight (I love beauty... anyone who has seen my photos knows I love beautiful women/ladyboys)
but I am essentially gay also. I LIKE COCK
I dont give a fuck what anyone thinks
And I look the world straight in the eye.
In the time I have bounced out of the darkness and misery of self denial I have had a few moments of angst, but on the whole (no pun intended) life has improved dramatically.
I have lived an intensely masculine lifestyle and continue to do so. Occupationally I have no choice.
I bring my ladyboys with me where ever I travel, book into hotels, air travel, go shopping go to the beach etc... in other words I forget what they are and concentrate on who they are.
What would have been career limiting had I tried to hide my preferences, has not been career neutral but in a small way career enhancing. When you take a ladyboy to a senior management fucntion people realise you dont give a fuck what they think of your private life, and sort of grudgingly admire your honesty. And if you are good enough to pull a ladyboy that is drop dead gorgeous, men will always be men... they will have a little bit of envy too. It indicates one thing above all else... you are honest. Respect.
But best of all your ladyboy knows you are a good man... imagine how they feel if you look like Maxwell Smart doding Kaos everytime you leave the hotel with them? And only leave the hotel with them under pressure? Not good for their egos presumably. And not a good indicator of your committment either.
Lastly, I am now at a time of life where my skin has toughened and not much hurts me. My friends take the piss about my preferences, but in the way friends do: no malice attached. And that to me is a sure sign of acceptance.
Gents, unless you are married or have children that wont understand (most would) . Get out of your closets.
Denial will suck the life out of you.
When I decided that it was Ladyboys all the way and came flying out of the closet I realised several things.
I needed to get divorced.
I like cock.
I like cock on ladyboys only
I like ass better than pussy.
Pitch or catch, its the same game.
I needed to live with myself
I was essentially straight (I love beauty... anyone who has seen my photos knows I love beautiful women/ladyboys)
but I am essentially gay also. I LIKE COCK
I dont give a fuck what anyone thinks
And I look the world straight in the eye.
In the time I have bounced out of the darkness and misery of self denial I have had a few moments of angst, but on the whole (no pun intended) life has improved dramatically.
I have lived an intensely masculine lifestyle and continue to do so. Occupationally I have no choice.
I bring my ladyboys with me where ever I travel, book into hotels, air travel, go shopping go to the beach etc... in other words I forget what they are and concentrate on who they are.
What would have been career limiting had I tried to hide my preferences, has not been career neutral but in a small way career enhancing. When you take a ladyboy to a senior management fucntion people realise you dont give a fuck what they think of your private life, and sort of grudgingly admire your honesty. And if you are good enough to pull a ladyboy that is drop dead gorgeous, men will always be men... they will have a little bit of envy too. It indicates one thing above all else... you are honest. Respect.
But best of all your ladyboy knows you are a good man... imagine how they feel if you look like Maxwell Smart doding Kaos everytime you leave the hotel with them? And only leave the hotel with them under pressure? Not good for their egos presumably. And not a good indicator of your committment either.
Lastly, I am now at a time of life where my skin has toughened and not much hurts me. My friends take the piss about my preferences, but in the way friends do: no malice attached. And that to me is a sure sign of acceptance.
Gents, unless you are married or have children that wont understand (most would) . Get out of your closets.
Denial will suck the life out of you.
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