Morning gorgeous 🥰😘❤️ xx
How are we all today? Good I hope? Stayong safe and well in these difficult times that we live in. I do hope so. And if not, my heart goes out to you and I wish for better tidings soon. We can all get caught up in things that we have no control over, and when we so we must do our best to get through it without incident in as best a way we can. I feel you, and I love you all as you are ❤️💛💚💙💜 xx
Ok, so, what’s the post about today? What’s the issue that needs to be written and closed off? Well, that’s easy. It’s one we all have to deal with as adults and one that needs t he talked about more openly; as it’s natural and a part of being human…
What is it? It’s simple. Sex. The nature of our existence, the reason we exist. Sex. The ability to reproduce. How we reproduce. WHY we reproduce. And, more importantly, the fact that we, as mammals, are one of the few mammalian species that do it for fun. And the fact that we can.
And more importantly, what that means for Trans individuals… Once we’ve transitioned, we’re not doing it to reproduce now, are we?…
Look at it from my perspective. I was born with fully functioning male genitalia. I was given the ability to produce sperm and that sperm, once fused with an egg, inside a mammalian human female, produced offspring and allowed for the continuation of our species. Great. Wonderful. But. I was also given the ability to do that as and when I pleased. And I was given the ability to enjoy it, so that I could go on doing that as and when I pleased. And I was also given the genetic ability to pair off with a mate and produce & rear offspring. Anthropologically there is nothing wrong with that, and it is correct and right. All good. No issues…
But. And it’s a big but. Somewhere along the line things didn’t go according to plan for me. Something went wrong. There is an incongruence between what my mind sees and what my body is – And never the twain shall meet. (I know, I’ve spent 50 years trying to sort it out). The problem is, no matter what I do, nothing until now has worked. There is only one way forward – To change my body to match my mind. Trust me, the mind isn’t going to be changed. Conversion therapy won’t work on me, no sir/ma’am.This head knows. There is only one way forward. Surgery. We live in the 21st century. Look around you. In the world we live in, there is only one other option and do you really think im going in a box without exploring EVERY avenue first? No. Not in my lifetime.
So what’s that got to do with sex? Well, come on? Do I have spell it out? I have the wrong equipment for the situation my mind tells me I should be in. I want a man. And when a man goes to take me, as a good man should, where (logistically) is he going to put it when the job needs to be done? I’ll tell you what, I’ll just cut a hole down there for him to put it in, OK? Yeah, great. Give me a knife .. Job done. You see the problem? It can’t go where there’s nowhere for it to go, can it? And Trans Men have the opposite problem, they have a hole where there should be a castle. And they know they should have a Castle – In fact, they can have mine if they want, if it were quite that simple; but it’s not. When you’ve got the wrong equipment, and your mind won’t be changed, your fucked. Sort of…
Thankfully, this is the 21st Century, and modern technology and science has come a long way. And with that we, as Trans individuals, have options that were previously unavailable to us. There is a future, if the rest of the human race can take a step back and allow us to have it. There are things that can be done to help us. And we should be allowed that choice. Everyone else on this planet had choices, why should we be denied ours? Most of us are just trying to get on with our lives, so it’s not hard, is it?
But let me put it another way, and allow me to bring it back to my situation. My mind will not rest until I have had a man take me, sexually, as he would another woman. Because, no matter what my appearance, I AM a woman. And I was born this way. Irrespective of what the doctor told my mother what I was when I popped out of her Vagina.
No matter how hard you try to convince me otherwise, I’ve always known that having a Penis between my legs was a cruel trick of mother nature. And I spent 45 years convincing myself, never mind you lot, that you were right and I was wrong. Well let me tell you, it doesn’t work like that. And there comes a point where I must be right. And I will, and have, proved that to myself. And the doctors agree with me.
The dick is coming off. And in its place will be a Neovagina. And once I have that, and the healing process is complete, I will find a man who is willing to take me as the woman I am (fuck me like his bitch, if you really want me to put it crudely; not that I like saying it that way but it gets the point across).
I am a woman. I was born this way. I feel Trans. I am Trans. I am me. Vikki. And I look forward to a more peaceful future as the woman I was always meant to be.
I am woman. I am me.