I have a few non-bondage pictures on Flickr and have noticed something funny lately. I seem to get emails about once a month from guys, usually in other parts of the world, who write and say they’ve fallen in love with me and have to see me and who compare me to the sun and the stars and the beauty of the dawn. A few of them have seemed almost desperate even though we’re usually thousands of miles away. This is all very flattering (I think), but it’s also a bit crazy. The internet is all about fantasy and there’s no way that love is even remotely involved. Lust, yes, of course – lots of it. Love, no. Clearly these guys are just projecting their fantasies onto my image and are probably terribly lonely. I can relate to that but, hey, let’s not get carried away. I wonder too if some of this might be a cultural thing, as many of these guys live in countries far away where poetic expression might be more the norm in matters of the heart. Who knows? At least I hope that’s all it is.<\/p>\n
The crazy thing is that so much of my tranny life is about illusion. Most of the time I live my life as a guy and I have the same ol’ daily drudgery to deal with as every else. It’s not all sexy clothes and bondage day in and day out. I’ve always had that transgender itch and yearning, wishing I’d been born female, but alas, I’m a guy and always will be. Even my transgendered feelings are primarily fueled by my own lust and sexual urges. We’ve all heard those horror stories of crossdressers who become obsessive and decide to go under the knife and then find that without all that testerone in their systems it just isn’t as much fun anymore. <\/p>\n
I also have favorite internet models myself whom I have crushes on but I realize that it’s all just physical attraction. The models I admire are never going to be with me and the illusion I see is just that, an illusion. It doesn’t mean I still don’t enjoy looking at them and might be really thrilled if I meet one of them at a convention. But it’s not love and never could be. Though, of course, if one of these guys writing me really is a kidnapper, then maybe it could be love ;-) Okay, bad joke. I really don’t want a real-life stalker, though it would probably provide some good stories for the website<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I have a few non-bondage pictures on Flickr and have noticed something funny lately. I seem to get emails about once a month from guys, usually in other parts of the world, who write and say they’ve fallen in love with me and have to see me and who compare me to the sun and … Continue reading Internet “Love”<\/span>