So, last night I started chatting on-line with a tgirl I met on CL. Not a common thing for me, in fact, a first. As with all on-line encounters I am rather discrete and don't give out any personal pictures or information...
Now, when I started talking with this tgirl, I was thinking, "Hey, I hope she sends me a picture of her cock..." like the animal that I am. So I gave her what she wanted (read: hoped for). She asked for a picture of me, so I sent her a picture (not of me though). She asked some questions about me, I gave her answers (what she wanted to hear but not actually the truth)...all the while thinking with my little head (yes, I said little...I'm secure enough to say it).
I asked for a picture of her, as I had sent her a picture (all bullshit as you recall). So then she invites me to chat on MSN messenger because she doesn't send pictures by email, for discretions sake. Up to this point we had been communicating via email. Now, I'm not a technophile and have never done this before but I thought, "What the hell, why not, what's the worst that can happen?".
So I fumbled away trying to figure this messenger thing out...I thought I had it sorted, but as it turned out, I could chat but not see pictures. I asked her (we'll call her Violet) how to see pictures. But chatting this way doesn't work really well when trying to trouble shoot a program with a retard like me...
The she sent IT to me....Her phone number. "call me so I can help"
She sent me her phone number! 'What the hell should I do? I didn't think it would get this far...'
So I sat there staring at this number for what felt like an hour, probably only a minute or two, wondering what the hell to do.
Do I call her? I've already given her someone elses picture and a fake M.O. ...damn it. Then she posted again, 'You can block your number, its ok'...then a few minutes later, 'just press *67 then my number'.
When I got over feeling like a technomoron, I call the number. She answers, "hello?" with a cute Tagalog accent...my heart started racing (kind of the way it does when I've called any of our resident tgirls)...'Hi', 'uh, so how do I fix this thing' I said clumsiliy. 'Suave capitus, real suave' I thought to myself.
We work our way through it, on the phone, then her cellphone died. "whew" i thought. I was concerned about the 'distance' between us, and a phone call was a little too close for me at this point...contact tha occurs too early can be a little nerve-racking for this guy.
So I open the real messenger for the first time ever. And I see her picture. Wow. And I mean Wow. A completely passable, young, very attractive philipina tgirl. If she hadn't said she was a tgirl I wouldn't have guessed it. Then she sends me an invitation to view her webcam...again, never done this before.
Suddenly she is sitting in front of me, very pretty and very sweet looking. Then we started chatting. All the while I could see her and she couldn't see me, I don't have a webcam.
She told me where she was from, where she worked, a bit about her personal life, her hobbies, how she volunteers at a shelter here in Winnipeg....all the while something was eating at me. She doesn't have a clue who I was. She was very sweet and trusting...and there I was lying like a Bay street lawyer (sorry to all you Bay street Lawyers...).
She then asked for a 'face picture', thinking it would match with the body (naked of course) picture I sent her..."uh, I can't find one right now" I fumbled....'lying sack of shit' I thought to myself...
We chatted for another 3 hours. Now, my circumstances preclude any kind of relationship, and it was clear from our conversation that Violet was a pretty, young lady who was scared to get into a relationship because she feared revealing her 'secret'. But it was obvious she desperately wanted to meet someone with whom she could be herself. ...and she was talking to a guy who seemed to know a lot about transgender issues, who was nice and kind, and from the picture probably hung like a horse (...a man can dream can't he). and we talked, and talked.
The whole time, since talking with her on the phone really, I had this nagging little voice, "you're lying to her"....finally, I had to come clean.
I told her the pictures were not of me (I would have been disappointed if I were her), I told her the information I had given her wasn't completely accurate. I told her why "I thought I would send you a picture, you would send me a picture, we would both do whatever it is people do when looking at other peoples naked pictures, then we would be on our way." No harm done.
However, it didn't quite work out that way. Over the course of our conversation I started seeing her not as an object of sexual gratification (computer anonymity makes that really fucking easy), but rather as a real person...I wouldn't behave this way in person, but for some reason it seemed alright on-line, at least at first.
So I told her the truth, apologized and showed her a picture of the real me, which I have never done before on-line. It felt like it was a fair and right thing to do.
We chatted for a little while longer, and she said we should go for tea (I was like 'huh?, tea?, who goes for tea except the Queen?', but whatever)... and she said she was happy I gave her the real information and respected me more for it. (I'm not sure I would have been that forgiving had it been the other way around)
She was a very sweet and vulnerable girl. And she asked, after I told her my circumstances, if I knew anyone who would date a tgirl like her...I was shocked, and a little sad.
TgirlForums has made me believe that we are an open and understanding society, and that anyone would want to date a tgirl or anyone else based on who they are not their chromosomal compliment. But I guess not.
TgirlForums has also made me believe that if you want to date a tgirl it will cost you...but apparently not. There are civilian tgirls out there.
So, where am I going with this Rantsalot-esque post?
Violet, I'm sorry.
AND
If there are any good guys in Winnipeg that would be interested in dating (I mean really dating, not 'dating' wink wink nudge nudge) a tgirl...well, you see where I'm going with this...
...so I guess I should have started this post with, Forgive me Father for I have sinned...now how many Hail Mary's before I am absolved?
Now, when I started talking with this tgirl, I was thinking, "Hey, I hope she sends me a picture of her cock..." like the animal that I am. So I gave her what she wanted (read: hoped for). She asked for a picture of me, so I sent her a picture (not of me though). She asked some questions about me, I gave her answers (what she wanted to hear but not actually the truth)...all the while thinking with my little head (yes, I said little...I'm secure enough to say it).
I asked for a picture of her, as I had sent her a picture (all bullshit as you recall). So then she invites me to chat on MSN messenger because she doesn't send pictures by email, for discretions sake. Up to this point we had been communicating via email. Now, I'm not a technophile and have never done this before but I thought, "What the hell, why not, what's the worst that can happen?".
So I fumbled away trying to figure this messenger thing out...I thought I had it sorted, but as it turned out, I could chat but not see pictures. I asked her (we'll call her Violet) how to see pictures. But chatting this way doesn't work really well when trying to trouble shoot a program with a retard like me...
The she sent IT to me....Her phone number. "call me so I can help"
She sent me her phone number! 'What the hell should I do? I didn't think it would get this far...'
So I sat there staring at this number for what felt like an hour, probably only a minute or two, wondering what the hell to do.
Do I call her? I've already given her someone elses picture and a fake M.O. ...damn it. Then she posted again, 'You can block your number, its ok'...then a few minutes later, 'just press *67 then my number'.
When I got over feeling like a technomoron, I call the number. She answers, "hello?" with a cute Tagalog accent...my heart started racing (kind of the way it does when I've called any of our resident tgirls)...'Hi', 'uh, so how do I fix this thing' I said clumsiliy. 'Suave capitus, real suave' I thought to myself.
We work our way through it, on the phone, then her cellphone died. "whew" i thought. I was concerned about the 'distance' between us, and a phone call was a little too close for me at this point...contact tha occurs too early can be a little nerve-racking for this guy.
So I open the real messenger for the first time ever. And I see her picture. Wow. And I mean Wow. A completely passable, young, very attractive philipina tgirl. If she hadn't said she was a tgirl I wouldn't have guessed it. Then she sends me an invitation to view her webcam...again, never done this before.
Suddenly she is sitting in front of me, very pretty and very sweet looking. Then we started chatting. All the while I could see her and she couldn't see me, I don't have a webcam.
She told me where she was from, where she worked, a bit about her personal life, her hobbies, how she volunteers at a shelter here in Winnipeg....all the while something was eating at me. She doesn't have a clue who I was. She was very sweet and trusting...and there I was lying like a Bay street lawyer (sorry to all you Bay street Lawyers...).
She then asked for a 'face picture', thinking it would match with the body (naked of course) picture I sent her..."uh, I can't find one right now" I fumbled....'lying sack of shit' I thought to myself...
We chatted for another 3 hours. Now, my circumstances preclude any kind of relationship, and it was clear from our conversation that Violet was a pretty, young lady who was scared to get into a relationship because she feared revealing her 'secret'. But it was obvious she desperately wanted to meet someone with whom she could be herself. ...and she was talking to a guy who seemed to know a lot about transgender issues, who was nice and kind, and from the picture probably hung like a horse (...a man can dream can't he). and we talked, and talked.
The whole time, since talking with her on the phone really, I had this nagging little voice, "you're lying to her"....finally, I had to come clean.
I told her the pictures were not of me (I would have been disappointed if I were her), I told her the information I had given her wasn't completely accurate. I told her why "I thought I would send you a picture, you would send me a picture, we would both do whatever it is people do when looking at other peoples naked pictures, then we would be on our way." No harm done.
However, it didn't quite work out that way. Over the course of our conversation I started seeing her not as an object of sexual gratification (computer anonymity makes that really fucking easy), but rather as a real person...I wouldn't behave this way in person, but for some reason it seemed alright on-line, at least at first.
So I told her the truth, apologized and showed her a picture of the real me, which I have never done before on-line. It felt like it was a fair and right thing to do.
We chatted for a little while longer, and she said we should go for tea (I was like 'huh?, tea?, who goes for tea except the Queen?', but whatever)... and she said she was happy I gave her the real information and respected me more for it. (I'm not sure I would have been that forgiving had it been the other way around)
She was a very sweet and vulnerable girl. And she asked, after I told her my circumstances, if I knew anyone who would date a tgirl like her...I was shocked, and a little sad.
TgirlForums has made me believe that we are an open and understanding society, and that anyone would want to date a tgirl or anyone else based on who they are not their chromosomal compliment. But I guess not.
TgirlForums has also made me believe that if you want to date a tgirl it will cost you...but apparently not. There are civilian tgirls out there.
So, where am I going with this Rantsalot-esque post?
Violet, I'm sorry.
AND
If there are any good guys in Winnipeg that would be interested in dating (I mean really dating, not 'dating' wink wink nudge nudge) a tgirl...well, you see where I'm going with this...
...so I guess I should have started this post with, Forgive me Father for I have sinned...now how many Hail Mary's before I am absolved?


, maybe I am wrong and should not believe in everything I read. For me the attraction is not about the penis or the fetish/something different aspect, it is about the inner person.

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