The Transgenders are at it again. Well, they’re attempting to destroy gay male (real male) spaces again. Whether they’ll succeed is another question.
There’s a gay male clothing optional campground in Texas. (Who knew?). The place is called “Grizzly Pines” it’s a bit northwest of Houston.
On the website the campsite says very clearly this is a place that caters to Males. You’d think that would be enough, BUUUUUTTTT… It’s not.
Why isn’t their description enough? Because the definition of Male and Female has been so muddied by Trans Activists.
Now days a woman can wake up and think she’s a man, (She isn’t). Then she can decide to invade places that are by definition male spaces. Some establishments allow this sort of thing, (They’re wrong).
Even if a woman has undergone all the gender modification surgery and can pass. There’s one thing that will not change, her psyche.
It doesn’t matter what she thinks, if she was raised as a female, she still thinks like a female. Most women in a male only, and specifically, a gay male only situation just don’t get it.
Because they don’t get it, they immediately try to change the situation to suit their comfort level.
Men are by nature predatory. I’ve been in clothing optional situations where it was perfectly acceptable to simply engage in sex without a lot of preamble or discussion.
Honestly, it’s freeing. It’s comfortable to revert to our male “caveman” nature. For a man to be able to shed the veneer of politeness, artificial civility, and 21st century “acceptable behavior” is one of the most relaxing things a man can experience.
Men are very different creatures when they don’t have to engage in bullshit. Men inherently know what we’re there for. I myself have walked up to another man who was a complete stranger and had my way with him.
I saw someone that was attractive to me, I went for it and a good time was had by all. Likewise, I’ve been the object of desire for another man. No BS! Hell we didn’t even exchange names.
No dinner, drinks, or small talk. Just feeding our physical needs and then moving on. I’ve seen women freak out about it. They were lesbians who retreated to their rooms then complained to the hotel management.
In that instance, they were told simply, “You were warned that this weekend we hosted a group of men that were going to be engaging in an event when you booked. The responsibility for you being offended lies with you.“
The Lesbians checked out the next morning. To their credit they didn’t make a big scene about it, and because they didn’t make a big scene, the hotel charged them a discounted night’s stay and helped them find a more appropriate hotel a block away.
Trans activists don’t take it as well. In fact lately they seem to demand that men who are only into other men, have sex with them. Then when the men are predatory they complain about that too.
Get a group of men together in a situation as I’ve described, and I can tell you something changes. It may be the sounds, the smell of sweat, the pheromones wafting in the air, or whatever, but every man in the group responds to the situation emotionally and physically.
We all get our freak on and there’s not a lot of talking. Picture it like men eating at Thanksgiving. When the food is on the table, we’re not chitchatting about the table decorations. We’re interested in eating.
In a sexual, clothing optional, orgy situation, our brains turn off and other parts are in control. There’s nothing quite like waking up to the sunrise tangled in a bit of a dog pile on the lawn or pool area after a night of revelry.
There’s no guilt, shame, or discussion. Maybe someone will ask if there’s coffee, or suggest sharing breakfast together after a quick shower.
So it’s with these experiences in mind that I find the whole idea of a Transgender “whatever” trying to interact in these male spaces laughable. I suspect it would go one of a few ways.
1) The Trans would be completely intimidated, if not terrified.
2) The Trans would attempt to out male the actual males in the crowd. The men would react to that falsehood as men normally react. They’d isolate or shun the liar.
3) The female brain would kick in and the Trans would start telling all the men in the space how they should behave.
No matter how it worked out, the Trans would be a discordant note in the gestalt of the group. Meaning, no-one would have a good time. Oh, and observing someone’s overly complex pronoun requirement is probably not on the table.
For goodness sake, the Trans folks can’t handle normal males trash talking each other. Where they’ve invaded mens locker rooms they demand men wear towels in the sauna. (I can go either way on that one, but prefer to be comfortable and be able to “Manspread” as the heat loosens my naughty bits.)
Oh and by the way. Men who think they’re women and haven’t had surgeries have no business in Women’s spaces either!
They’re still men. Their brains were wired by the way they were raised and there’s no doubt in my mind that the hormones males and females produce have something to do with the way our brains are wired right from the womb.
I applaud Grizzly Pines for taking a stand and preserving male only spaces. I’m concerned that they’ll lose when the activists take it to court, and we all know they will.
If that happens, the activists will have destroyed yet another business, and they’ll have dictated what someone may or may not do on their own property, which is fundamentally wrong.
Originally I wasn’t going to write a piece on this. But I’ve seen several articles about it over the past few weeks and it looks like the fight is growing instead of dying down.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. The LGB community (what’s left of it), must separate itself from the trans community.
Female and Male only spaces deserve to be preserved. In that, the LGB folks have natural allies in the straight community and perhaps therein is the key to all of us being able to enjoy freedom from increasing Transgender tyranny.
Yes, I’m still a ways off from that. Nonetheless I’m not looking forward to it.
The reason is straight forward.
Statistically all gay men are Democrats. Sure, there are actually some republican gay men, and there are some conservative gay men. However their numbers are so vanishingly small as to be numerically insignificant. Therefore they don’t exist.
Given the premise that all gay men are Democrats and all Democrats are liars, it follows that all gay men are liars.
I’m sure there are gay men who are not liars, but statistically the number of honest gay men must be so close to zero, as to be functionally zero.
Since I don’t like liars, I’m expecting for dating to be pretty unpleasant.
My other half was a Democrat when we met. I was a Republican. That was back when gay men were just happy to find someone else who loved them and didn’t care about stupid crap like politics. Sure, we canceled each others votes out for years, but over time, we both moved to a more centrist view and then both left our respective political parties so we could hurl insults at Democrats and Republicans, without being hypocrites.
The process of us moving toward more centrist beliefs took many years, and honestly, it was a fun process. We both learned a lot. Mostly, we learned that we loved each other.
I doubt I have that many years ahead of me so I’m not going to engage in another long term conversion project. I have decided in general that I’m not going to date Democrats. Of course rules are made to be broken and someone who is particularly interesting could be forgiven their political insanity.
Given what I’ve seen with the dating apps & sites. I’ll Pass! I think I’ll find a bar or pub that’s comfortable when I want to be around people and other than that I’ll just live my life doing the things I want to do.
There are things I’m interested in and perhaps with a little discretion I’ll find other guys who are interested in those things too. Maybe I’ll just get some nice subtle rainbow items. (Old rainbow not that new abomination!)
Something to hang on my backpack or dive gear, small but noticeable to the discerning eye. Possibly I’ll add some swag from my political party affiliation too. I could also add some swag from the Atlas Shrugged website… That would be over most people’s heads, but some might get it.
This adornment might be off-putting to most, but to the kind of folks I’m interested in hanging out with, or knowing in the biblical sense, it might be a way of winnowing the wheat from the chaff.
Alternatively, I could simply resolve to confine my dating to nothing more than prostitutes…
“Your cash is on the counter Chad, thanks for the mediocre blowjob, now get out.”
I must admit that does seem to be more direct, more convenient, and quite possibly cheaper …
Pardon me for putting this bluntly but a fucking bitch filed a discrimination law suit against Island House and New Orleans House because both resorts specifically cater to male clients desiring a clothing optional vacation, and denied her entry to the clothing optional areas. Hey lady, if you want to see naked men you could look at any number of websites!
I’ve seen this bullshit play out over years and several businesses.
The first was a place whose owner recognized that Men, real Males, dudes who have cocks and balls, like having their grooming needs met in a place where they don’t have to smell the chemicals used to color or curl hair. They also don’t like the smell of fiberglass and acrylic nail bonding materials.
This particular owner owned two salons, about a block apart. One they designated as for men, the other they designated for women. Both salons were decorated in ways that appealed to their expected clientele.
The male space provided a beer after work, current games and replay channels of various sports. Men could, and did go in after work and get their hair cut on the way home. It was a welcoming space and we could even get a real straight razor shave. In effect this place was a safe space for men.
That ended when a nasty bitch decided that she didn’t want to go to the lady’s place, she wanted to have her hair cut in a mans place because the lady’s place wouldn’t do it right. Which was ironic because a lot of the stylists working in the male space had come from the female salon. The exception were the 3 barbers who were authorized by California to do straight razor shaves.
I once overheard a new stylist saying how glad she was to be working at the men’s salon. I asked her why it mattered she was working for the same owners. She smiled and replied, “Men are so much nicer to work with. If I make a mistake or misunderstand how a man wants his hair cut, I apologize and fix it with zero drama.”
When this nasty bitch was asked to go to the lady’s salon, she ran crying to an attorney like the little bitch she was.
One year later, what had been a booming business catering to men, was just another stinky hair burning palace. The barbers left within a month or two, and a lot of the stylists found other places to be. The place still exists and operates under the same name but where their website used to have men, and male cuts and services prominently displayed now it’s all female. I’m not trying to be misogynistic but I don’t think it’s unreasonable for a man to want a male space.
Similarly there was a gym that had VIP Male locker rooms that you paid a lot of money extra to have. The same gym didn’t have a female equivalent. The reason wasn’t about discrimination it was about profit.
There were substantially more men from local businesses who would pay for a nicer private locker room with more amenities. The women typically didn’t and even if they were willing to pay extra, women made up less than 25% of the membership of this particular gym. The math is simple, the owners of the gym invested where it was likely they’d get a substantial return on the investment.
That gym is now closed.
I heard of another gym that tried an experimental mix in the VIP locker room, but the women didn’t like that men would walk around without bothering to wrap a towel around themselves.
The men for their part thought nothing of being nude and if the women wanted to be there… Fine, ladies you’re going to see us in our natural habitat.
The women eventually won. I’m not sure what the mechanism was, but many younger men are so ashamed of their bodies they’ll leave a gym without showering or even changing clothes. They’re too afraid of someone else seeing their cocks and balls. Older guys like me… I don’t much care one way or the other.
I guess we all knew this assault on Men was coming. If not from some crazed bitch who just wants to make trouble, then it would be from some fucked up trans asshole. Can you tell that I’m sick to fucking death of this trans bullshit?
Now this trans shit is going to destroy clothing optional men’s resorts right along with every other fucking thing this moronic movement has destroyed or otherwise fucked up beyond all recognition.
I don’t want to share clothing optional spaces with “Halflings” (God I hate using that term because I actually like Hobbits,) unfortunately I’m given no choice.
I don’t want to look at some half transitioned naked whatever the fuck it is. This is especially true if I’m at a resort trying to relax. I don’t mind whatsoever being at a nudist resort with men and women. That’s a different situation, everyone is naked and the vibe is different from a male only space.
An awful lot of the half transitioned should get their money back, there’s no excuse for their mastectomy scars to be that prominent.
My brain can’t relax when I’m forced to observe a science experiment. Sorry, I am not going to be able to be anything but clinically analytical and that’s not relaxing to me.
Where the fuck can I go and have my rights or desires respected?
When I contemplate things like this, and ask the question above, this is what I hear in my head;
“NO FUCKING WHERE, Bucky!
You’re a male, you’re white, you’re not hip, you’re not young, you don’t understand our wonderful brave new utopian world, so why don’t you just die?”
That really appears to be the message men get from almost all fronts these days.
There was recently a news article that rebooted my brain. The article said that fitness was white supremacist because white nationalist groups promote a healthy lifestyle and healthy competition between males.
In other words, older values and traditions that celebrate strength, redirected normal aggression into healthy pursuits like wrestling, boxing, and various martial arts is racist and wrong. Celebrating masculinity, perhaps even trying to revive some of the rites of being accepted as a man by other men and the implied duties of manhood are now “BAD”. It’s racist for MALES TO BE WHAT THEY ARE and accept it guilt free.
But it’s okay when people deny reality and identify as a cross sexed elf Klingon hybrid clone of Kayliss? We’re all supposed to accept this as normal? I think not!
I’ve written in this very blog many times over the years that stifling natural male tendencies would lead to no good.
Boys aren’t all ADHD, they’re high fucking energy and need to move. That’s not a bad thing. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was actually some biological system forcing the restlessness and need to move. I’ve wondered if it was part of why males are generally stronger than females.
A lifetime of rough and tumble activities and testing ourselves against our world has to develop strength, agility, coordination and the world teaches us our limits.
We used to accommodate this need with recess and time after lunch to hit the playground so that boys could burn off their excess energy before returning to the classroom.
Elder adult males could also be trusted to act as guardians, and guides on the path of manhood. Many of them were probably handing down lessons and knowledge in an almost oral tradition. They’d been taught by their fathers and grandfathers, who’d been taught by their fathers and grandfathers in an unrecognized tradition that may have gone back hundreds of years or further.
Manhood, Masculinity, Duty to Family, God, and Country, Decency, and Honor were all in the not too distant past celebrated.
Often, the first celebration of passing from childhood to manhood was with the patriarchs of a young man’s family. The recognition of the passing may have been formal or it may have been something as simple as being invited to listen to, or participate in a discussion the men were having at Thanksgiving dinner.
The young man being called to the adult table from the kids table, and the elder men scooting aside to make room for the new addition to their ranks. These were powerful acknowledgements of a young man having earned respect and gaining acceptance of the elders.
In that acceptance was another message, “Welcome. Now young Man, you will have duties you didn’t have before. Continue proving yourself and that you’ve learned the lessons we tried to teach you.”
In large part I think this has been stripped away from our society and what we’ve gotten from this lack is 40% of Brown University identifying as LGBTQI @#$%^&( or whatever.
The really surprising thing about this to me personally is that Gay or Straight never changed the fundamental duties of manhood or masculinity. You were a man first, who you got your rocks off with, and how was supposed to be your business.
I wrote these thoughts down over the years using polite terms. The time for polite is passed.
It’s well past time for the Elder men to stand unafraid against a society gone mad. Now, I’m not going to bother with politeness or worry about hurting someone’s feelings. I’ll speak my mind and urge what men are left to do the same. Speak the truth, and if someone has to go to their safe space so be it.
I’m sick of my manhood and masculinity being under constant assault, (called toxic, dangerous, racist, misogynistic, hateful…) by people who would without question take from me all that I am. At the same time, these people would demand that I substitute their philosophy for my own . The reward they think I’ll value is acceptance into a society that I don’t want to participate in, or recognize.
I’ve digressed a bit.
Okay, I’ve meandered all over the fucking road! I’m sorry but there’s a lot of stuff running through my head all the time now. I’m trying to work through it. In a way it feels like All of these things are buffered in my brain, I’ve got to get them out so that normal operations can resume.
I’d really hoped to visit The FL Keys again and stay in these famous gay resorts before I kicked off this planet.
Now, depending on how the appeals and counter appeals go there may not be any point.
Another thing, another pleasure, taken away or destroyed by the tyranny of the infinitesimally small minority.
Although in this case I wouldn’t be surprised if the woman in question is a religious zealot who cleverly realized she could fuck the evil sodomites using lawfare. Or perhaps she had her husband leave her for another man so she’s taking revenge.
Either is possible and i suspect that regardless of where the courts or hotel commission come down on this, she may have already won.
I honestly can’t see myself paying the rates that Island House or New Orleans House charge, to sit around pretending to enjoy being surrounded by refugees from Frankenstein’s workshop.
If that sentiment is shared by a large enough number of gay men, then the gay meccas of Fire Island, Key West, Palm Springs, and perhaps even the Russian River will be gone for good. Just like a lot of the famous gay bars. Been to LA or Laguna Beach lately??
The equation is simple.
Pay $150 a night at a clothing optional resort being forced to see something that brings you no enjoyment, you’re surrounded by freaks, and too uncomfortable to take your clothes off… OR pay $150 a night at The Hilton, enjoy the pool, and have room service.
For me, it’s a matter of value.
If I’m staying at The Hilton, then I don’t have to visit Palm Springs, Fire Island, Key West, or the Russian River. There won’t be any gay men there for me to interact with anyway, so any Hilton in any city on the planet will do just fine.
I think it’s time for the trans community to separate from the LGB community.
LGB has become pretty accepted. There are still issues to address and probably will be for the next 20 years or so.
The problem I see rising is that the Trans community has become so conflated with the LGB community at large, that Trans issues are damaging the LGB community and their hard won gains.
Comments in various online publications which were once about 50/50, pro/against LGB issues. Have become increasingly hateful and vicious about just “normal” LGB folks with the addition of the Trans communities never ending strident yelling.
While I agree that everyone should be teated kindly and equally. I don’t think that Trans issues as presented belong in the LGB spectrum. I also think that the way the Trans community is behaving has drawn the LGB part of the community needlessly into an agenda that is not representative of the average LGB person.
Comments in recent articles about Lia Thomas, and Rachel Levine demonstrate in my opinion that America is growing very tired of the Trans community and by extension the LGB community.
Many of the comments paint Trans people as gay or lesbian. Moreover, comments paint the entirety of the LGBT community as deranged, mentally unfit, sick, disgusting, evil, or perpetrating some kind of con on various institutions (Lia Thomas, I’m looking at you).
The Trans people that I have personally known may start out being homosexuals, but that appears to be a transitional phase. The person is homosexual because they believe with all their heart and soul, they were born in the wrong body. They’re intimate with the gender they find attractive but they still feel that their body isn’t right. Several of the Trans folks I’ve known, have entered into loving straight relationships after they’ve transitioned.
A former man, completes the required surgeries, and then marries as a woman to another man. They aren’t homosexual at that point.
The full transitions I’ve known, left the LGB community and went off to live in suburbia with their husbands and most have adopted children.
The LGB folks don’t believe they were born wrong. Typically they believe they were born a bit different but they’re content being whatever gender they were born. They don’t feel alien in their own bodies, they’re comfortable in preferring intimacy with members of the same gender.
I know for some, this is a difficult distinction, but it’s an important one.
My personal experience is very different from the strident demands of today.
What passes for the Trans community these days doesn’t seem to have the same appreciation for the gravity of the decision Transgender people had in years past.
It’s not just about pumping hormones into your body. Yes, that is part of it, but it’s about where your head is at. A transgendered friend told me that before the surgery when she looked in the mirror she perceived her male body as a suit she was trapped in. She said that she’d felt this way for her entire male life. When she woke up from surgery, during the months of healing she anticipated seeing her true self.
She said that the first time she saw herself in a mirror after healing, she cried with joy because she felt like she’d awakened from a terrible dream. For the first time in her life, she saw herself as the person she had always been.
As a male, she’d been somewhat androgynous. As a female, she was beautiful. You had to really look closely to see minimal telltales left by her time as a male.
As a male, he’d had a slight physique very little body hair and an average sized penis and testicles. His personality was sparkling, witty, and intelligent. He was a lot of fun to be around, a great entertainer, classy, with a sense of understated style. He was a great date, and knew how to please a man.
Post Surgery, as a woman, she had beautiful breasts. they were not ostentatious or out sized. The hormones added a little padding to her hips accentuating a femininity that I’d never noticed. She was still all the other things. Sparkling, witty, intelligent, classy, stylish, a great date, and she still knew how to please a man. She was different from any other woman I’d been with, in that she was always 100% engaged in sex. Her vagina was beautiful, and visually indistinguishable from any woman I’d been with.
She joked about it a little one night as we were cuddling in her bed in the dark. She said she’d paid for the full top of the line package and one of the best surgeons. She felt she was worth it since she was reclaiming her real body. Then she asked if she’d gotten her moneys worth.
I kissed her and told her, “Yes,” as far as I could see.
She later told me I’d been her last sexual partner as a man, and her first sexual partner as a woman. She liked the symmetry. Later she made a comment that stuck with me through the years. She said, “The unhappy old me died on the operating table, the new me is going to live savoring each day.”
About a year later, after all the documentation was settled, she took a job on the East Coast.
Several years later, there was a Christmas card with a picture of her, her husband, and his child from a previous marriage. The note inside said simply, “Can you believe I’m the ‘evil’ stepmother! I love my husband and while my life may be shorter than it would have been otherwise, it’s been marvelous so far. This is the life I always wanted. P.S. You were right I think. When we got serious I told him everything and let him decide from there. He thought about it for a week or two, then decided he didn’t care. We were married six months later. Thank you my friend.”
We’ve lost touch over the years, the last I heard she was still married, living in upstate New York and very happy.
Perhaps the fact that I’ve known intimately and personally someone who was transgender is coloring my view. When she began her transition, she dressed as a woman, and was never concerned about using the ladies room. She’d sometimes comment ruefully that she’d miss urinals because they were just so much easier to deal with. She had a group of close supportive friends and we all just accepted.
Perhaps it was easier for her and us, because pre surgery she could easily pass as a woman. Perhaps, it was that at the time that the LGBT community was far less divided, more forgiving, and more accepting than today. Perhaps, it was that he/she was really a she trapped in the wrong body.
One thing I learned from her is that people see exactly what they want to see. Pre surgery, Miranda took me to The Magic Castle in LA for my birthday. She wasn’t fooled too often in the close up sleight of hand room. Later in the evening, we bumped into the magician she’d inadvertently made sweat. He asked how she knew his tricks and if she was a magician herself. She smiled sweetly and said, “Yes, in a way. You think I’m a woman don’t you?” She hugged the stunned magician and thanked him for an impressive show.
I wondered at the time if the knowledge that people see what they want to see, was why she was so good in business negotiations.
The difference I see now, versus then is that the Trans community today is very much in everybody’s face. They’re apparently angry and hostile and I don’t get why.
The Trans people I’ve known in years past weren’t angry, they were kind and gentle spirits. They were in intense counseling, not to make them be something they were not. But to make sure that they fully understood all the ramifications and risks. They were the people most in-touch with their feelings. They’d put in the time to understand themselves. They’d done all this work prior to beginning the hormones and transition because at the time, it was one of those things that you only got one shot at. They also had very realistic expectations about what they’d look like afterwards.
Some Trans people just aren’t that pretty or believable when they’re done. Back in the day, if the outcome wasn’t going to be a good one, a surgeon might simply refuse.
It makes no sense to take a decent looking man or woman and turn them into someone that will never be happy with the results of the transition surgery. Why modify someone that’s already lonely but has a shot at dating, perhaps love, into someone that is unattractive and has no shot at dating or happiness? Doctors used to take an oath to do no harm. Lately I’ve begun to wonder if the oath they take today is set to Pink Floyd’s Money.
I mean really, would you date Rachel Levine? It’s not necessarily about age, even Lia Thomas looks much better as a male than as a female. In Thomas’s case artful surgery might make him somewhat appealing as a woman but he’ll always have the proportions of a man.
In this time of gender fluidity or non-binary sexuality it seems that folks aren’t thinking that way. What future will an ugly, angry, old, Transgender have? What ever happened to honestly estimating/evaluating the outcome of a surgical procedure?
Why don’t surgeons say, “You’re too masculine / feminine for me to make you look like the opposite gender. Your hips are too narrow or wide, your shoulders are too broad or narrow, your face is too characteristically male or female. We can do this surgery if you insist, but my professional opinion is I don’t think you’ll be happy with the results.”
The same could be said of tattoo artists. If a tattoo is the first part of a large piece, say a tattoo sleeve, then isn’t it incumbent on the artist to tell the client a particular tattoo isn’t going to work in the sleeve?
I’d really appreciate a tattoo artist telling me something like, “This isn’t going to work, let me see if I can redesign it so that it fits better with the whole piece. Come back in a week and I’ll show you some options,” I’d appreciate the thoughtfulness and concern.
Instead, what we seem to have is, “let me prescribe some puberty blockers or hormones for a while and let’s see how you feel.”
Having lived for a long time as a Bi man, I found that while my sexuality is non-binary, my gender very much is.
I searched for love and found it. I don’t and didn’t care what gender package that love was wrapped up in. Arguably, I’m far more comfortable with another man but I’ve never excluded the possibility that I might find an equally loving relationship with a woman.
Looking back, I loved Mark/Miranda. (She claimed she didn’t want to change the monograms on the towels. I think it was that Miranda or ‘Miri’ was an uncommon name and it’s as pretty as she was.) I wasn’t in a place where I was ready for commitment or marriage, She was. That doesn’t discount the fact that it was the person, not necessarily the gender that I cared for.
I throughly enjoyed our time together and yes, loved him/her in both genders.
The point is, you don’t just wake up one day and declare you’re a woman or man arbitrarily. Just saying you’re Trans doesn’t give you the right to play dress up just because you want to mess with people. Drs handing out hormone therapy or puberty blockers as though it’s not a big deal, to people who’ve not done the really hard work involved in counseling and therapy is, in my opinion, a very bad idea.
I’m not Trans. I can’t speak from inside a Trans person’s skin. But I’ve walked alongside a person who was. I’ll never know all the introspection and questioning that Mark did.
I do know it was years in the making and that I came on the scene only in the last few years. When I met Mark, he was content with his choice & still dressing as a man. During the time I knew him he began dressing as Miranda moving toward full transition. He was the most stable, put together, person I’ve known.
When Miranda came home from the sabbatical, during which she had the surgeries and recuperation, she was still the most stable person I knew. She was also the most serene person I’ve ever known.
The same is generally true of the other Trans people that have passed through my life. None of them were hostile, angry, or pushy. They were respected, and conformed to the social norms of the society at large. They were dressed as a specific gender, and acted accordingly. They weren’t about doing bad drag (which has its place,) they were making a very serious life decision that was theirs and theirs alone.
I’d bet Miranda would be at the forefront of demanding parents have a choice in what their children are taught, and when, regarding sexuality. I’m also pretty sure that she’d put a verbal smackdown on anyone who remotely pushed a child toward transitioning or puberty blockers before a child could understand what that really meant.
I suspect Miranda would ironically be called Transphobic by today’s standards.
I can almost hear her laughing about that label, in some activists face.
I don’t know if she’d agree with me about LGB folks distancing themselves from the current Trans community. She might not, and she’d have excellent reasons that she could defend. In the few arguments we had, it was 60% likely that she was right. 40% likely that I was. Her position was always well thought out and backed up with facts.
Even in winning, she was gracious and beautiful. She didn’t rub it in, and she’d hug me when I was crestfallen.
“You can’t be right all the time, settle for half… Do you want something to eat, or would you like to just cuddle,” she’d ask. Id always reply, “I’d feel better about it with both.” She’d just laugh.
I think that Miranda would appreciate my opinion. She might not agree, but she’d see where I was coming from. It’s about being silenced, told what I may and may not say.
It’s about being forced to accept things that I find fundamentally wrong. (Hormones, Puberty blockers, and a rush to transition without doing the work.) Today I can’t even speak that conviction without being labeled or cancelled.
Nowadays, being a part of the LGBT community implies that you agree wholeheartedly with anything and everything Trans. Which makes being a part of that community a complete non-starter for me and many others.
I’d prefer to see an LGB community and a separate Trans community. I’d prefer to see the LGB community support the real Trans community as we used to. With love, acceptance, and the knowledge that our Transitioned brothers and sisters may leave us, not in anger, but to move on with the life they’ve always dreamed of, and deserved.
Miranda… Miri, if by some weird chance you should ever read this, all my love to you and your family. You deserve all the happiness in the world, I’m very glad you’re living the dream you wanted.
There used to be some great porn being produced. I’ve got a bit of a collection, but oddly I haven’t added to that collection in quite a while.
There’s just not much of interest these days. A lot of the venerable porn production companies are (or were) located in California.
Over the past few years, I’ve been seeing fewer movies and a lot more compilations from old films being repackaged as “New” movies.
There used to be a lot of good productions that dealt with subjects such as bondage and domination. The current crop of films isn’t nearly as entertaining. It’s like now the directors and script writers are worried about offending someone.
The beauty of porn was that it offended some people. Those who were offended had a simple choice, continue watching and be offended OR turn it off.
There have been porn movies I’ve seen that were totally not my particular cup of tea. Did I whine about it? Nope! I exercised my god given right to find something else to watch.
I’ve seen some newer movies where the female or male wasn’t what they initially appeared to be. These movies are not my cup of tea. So I found something else to watch.
There’s just something about a female who disrobes and has tits and a dick. It’s not like I’m transphobic, it’s just that I don’t find that erotic. I feel like I’ve been the victim of bait and switch and it totally kills the mood I was going for.
I’ve also noticed that a lot of the old production companies now appear to be owned by one or two conglomerates, this is having a homogenizing effect on the movies that are being produced.
There aren’t, for instance many older performers. The entire cast seems to top out at 22. In some cases this is perfectly fine, but I personally have a tough time maintaining a suspension of disbelief when a 20 something male is being called “daddy” or is supposed to be some kind of dominant macho leather stud.
I mean no disrespect to the actor, but honestly, a guy that young hasn’t lived it and it shows. His balls have barely dropped.
The females too, are so young. I have a tough time believing they’re experienced enough to know what they’re doing or actually enjoying it. In the back of my mind I’m wondering things like, “how could she be so experienced? Was she abused?” Then the mood is killed because I’m thinking about that.
In Bi or Gay porn there’s the same problem. All the dudes look like they’re boys not men and I start thinking paternally again.
I’ve also noticed that a lot of the performers I used to look for, aren’t making films with any frequency either. That could be a function of them tiring of the industry, or age, or ageism, but it’s become obvious they’re missing from the scene.
This particular phenomena caught my attention because it was so sudden. Almost like a light switch being flipped.
The porn printing industry (books and the like) also seems to be dying. I know from the warning labels on some of the books I’ve looked at, that an author now has to identify every single act.
“This book may contain Penetrative acts, bondage, forced sex, rape, torture, descriptions of prostitution, kidnapping, etc, etc, etc.”
This list is long and tedious. It’s obvious that the publishers are seemingly afraid of anything that might be uncomfortable for a percentage of the readership to read. To that end they’re creating the equivalent of trigger warning labels.
Come On! Get a grip!
The beauty of a book is that if something is too intense, you can skip ahead. Pornographic stories are NOT supposed to be taken as anything serious. It’s not like they’re an instruction manual, they’re fantasy.
Here’s a sex instruction manual I put together off the top of my head.
Step one, obtain consent. Step two, become intimate and stimulate your partner. Step three, remove articles of clothing as desired or needed and continue with touching or other stimulation. Step four, oral stimulation may be applied to any part of the body, to heighten the arousal state. Step five gently explore sensitive orifices with whatever genitalia is available if desired. Substitution of tongue, or digits is allowable. Step six, scream, yell, grunt, as orgasm occurs Step seven, lie in each others arms… Smoke if you’ve got ’em. Step eight, Repeat as necessary.
Even this basic manual is skewed toward the multi-gendered so as not to offend.
The Original manual was much simpler.
Step one, Kiss kiss kiss. Step two, lick, lick, lick. Step three (optional) suck, suck, suck. Step four, thrust, thrust, pump, pump. Step five, Smoke if ya got ’em. Repeat as necessary.
A pornographic story takes these basic notions and expands on the possibilities in a safe fantasy. Most of the stuff written in pornographic stories are wild and outlandish. They’re things or situations that you’d never try in real life. But through the magic of human imagination we can experience these outlandish activities in a safe simulation space within our own heads.
Why on earth would an adult looking to purchase and read a pornographic novel need a warning label?
“Daddy’s Dungeon” as a title pretty much tells you what you’re getting into. The cover art is also a really good tell tale.
If there’s any question you can read the synopsis. Most of the time these days, you can even read a sample online. Back in the day, in an adult bookstore you’d flip to some random pages and read the action. Then you’d make a decision to buy the book or not.
As a male, I’d flip to a chunk of the story, read a bit, and decide based on the swelling in my crotch if the book was worthy of my hard earned money.
OMG! I might just have offended someone with my CIS gendered appreciation of my erectile pleasure!
That’s the problem! The majority of men that I know, enjoy and derive deep satisfaction from our erections. There are however a fractional percentage of folks that find that glorious feeling uncomfortable. These people have decided that since THEY don’t enjoy it… NO ONE should.
To that end, they’ve become a vocal minority who are mucking up one of the single best, basic, and free thing that people do.
Screw!
Then they’ve gone on to destroy even the release offered by sexual fantasy.
Here’s a thought. You do you, and I’ll take care of me.
There’s a gay male clothing optional campground in Texas. (Who knew?). The place is called “Grizzly Pines” it’s a bit northwest of Houston.
It doesn’t matter what she thinks, if she was raised as a female, she still thinks like a female. Most women in a male only, and specifically, a gay male only situation just don’t get it.
