I've been with many people in the past 30 years. I used to love women. It wasn't that they "knew their place" back in the day, it was that the gender role of a woman was respected. They would respect that men filled specific roles and women filled specific roles in relationships. Men provided, women gave emotional support and care. Of course, as a man, you don't ignore the pain of your woman, but she would be your rock and your support system. There is a lot more than that, women understood the importance of giving sex and physical touch, making you feel like the most important person in the world, and encouraging your success through confidence. Nowadays, women want men to give all of this because they want to go out into the workforce and fill the exact same roles. Well, that leaves no one to fill those roles. But the expectations from back in the day still exist as well. But they don't want to hold up their end of the deal.
This led me to consider becoming gay. I am not attracted to masculinity at all. The thought of kissing even the most remotely masculine guy makes me sick. But the only person who could understand my pain and torment would be another man. I tried to find men to be with in some capacity. Being open about what I thought and who I was. I had sex with men, but it was difficult. It was easier to give oral sex because it was just sucking on a piece of flesh. Cum gave me a sore throat every time.
I couldn't be with anyone masculine. So I concluded maybe it was my fate to die alone. I could just masturbate and spend time alone. I enjoyed being by myself, but I also enjoyed being around other people at times, too. That's when I considered, maybe a crossdresser or a transwoman. I started with tranny hookers, so I could have more control over the setting. I then began to hook up with them off of grindr. I probably had a good 370-380 partners off there, just meeting people from all parts of my state and on vacations or business trips. Trannies are perfect because they understand the pain. For most of them, their experience of pain and torment was part of what made them consider going trans. The nonsense about being born tranny and all that is hogwash. But it isn't just a fetish for these people. There is a social psychological phenomenon that is going on here that breaks most trannies. It isn't all cut-and-dry and there is a ton more that goes into it, but for those who do go tranny, its because the world hurt them.
The problem with dating trannies is that, generally, they have grown accustomed to living in an emotional sewer. Its sort of like the difference between being broke and being in poverty. One is a mindset that is impossible to break, one is a circumstance you crawl out of. Trannies want no escape. They don't even want relationships. They sabotage any relationship they engage in. Platonic or romantic. They are a self-fulfilling prophecy if I have ever seen one. And that makes it impossible to truly love a tranny. Society creates trannies and tranny fuckers. For you to fall in love with one, there is something wrong with you.
Perhaps it is just me, but I don't crave a romantic relationship anymore. I have man friends and I rent hookers when I am thirsty for physical affection. Sadly, even hookers are getting infected by what women have become in this world. I am well-off, but these girls want $1k+ for an hour of their time. I consult for $175-250/hr and bill out at up to $425/hr on deliverables. I just do not see my outputs as being less than half as valuable as their GPS. Perhaps I need to go back to fucking trannies. Sadly, I am not gay. That would have saved me a lot of anguish.
