I thought, "Huh. This guy is disappointingly small...".

Looking back on it, he wasn't so small, but not much of a challenge, either.

I guess that's one difference. Currently having only one part of the specified anatomy, but I have a number of friends who all describe it differently. An important thing to remember is that while anal sex can be pleasurable for women, they don't have the same anatomy in there that men do, and so getting fucked in the ass is (almost certainly) a radically different experience for men and women.

I might also point out that vaginal sex can be painful too, if done incorrectly.

I just fucking love oral sex. Getting it. Giving it to guys and girls.

First, I'd like to say thanks for those who finally got this section of the forums off the ground. I was lobbying hard for a while to get a trans section in the forums, but I disappeared from the internet for quite a while. I do still feel that we could eventually use a trans specific forum, but this is a phenomenal start, so thank you so much to everybody who worked on it.

Now, to my question. Actually, some background first.

For anybody who has advice or commentary, it's important to understand a little about the nature of me. I'm very, very different from the norm. I'm essentially as queer as it gets, and definitely the queerest person I know. Not to say that my way of being queer is better, there's just a lot of it. I've known from as early as I can remember, that my life as an adult would not be like those of anybody else I know. As time wore on I came out as gay, dove back in the closet after a bad experience, then was bi, then flip-flopped some more throughout middle and high school, and finally realized that I'm actually Pansexual, once I learned and understood the term. About a year after that (when I was twenty-two) I discovered - in an intense rush of understanding during a PFLAG meeting I was helping out with - that I was actually Trans. One of the parents there was describing her nineteen year old trans daughter (MTF) and it all clicked inside my head. Since then it has continued to get more complicated.

Since that time, however, it's been difficult for me to remain in a male body, but I've more or less come to terms with it. A bit of an emphasis on the "less" part, though. With all that in mind, a little more than a year ago, I moved in with my girlfriend, who I love so much it makes me cry and giggle simultaneously without any warning sometimes, but, I'm now in what appears to be an extremely straightforward, simple, heterosexual, even heteronormative relationship without a good outlet. I know that she loves me intensely, but she is a straight female, which is the other major problem.

The title of this post was actually my nickname for a little while. The Q is for (undefined) "queer", and the L was for "lesbian", because there was a string of one-night incidents where I was told quite separately by a number of women that having sex me was much more like doing so with a lesbian than with a man. This was not terribly surprising, considering my recent realization. I now feel a little trapped, but for a short period I was able to express myself in a meaningful way until it started being received as a bit of a joke. Also, keeping it from my parents started to become a hassle, though that isn't a huge priority, really just a courtesy to them.


My actual question is, given my circumstance does anybody have any advice on ways to express this side of myself? I have developed reasonably severe Panic Disorder and exacerbated my PTSD as a result of my attempts to live only as a man. In the time since I came out as trans, I have come to understand that I really am some of both, which is why I thought I could handle living this way. Anyway, if anybody has anything to say, I would love to hear it. I wish I had a little more time to work on this, but I'm sure I'll be back to this thread to update it anyway.

Love your poetry. Amused by your .gifs.

Only when those actions are a turn off because they relate to something I'm simply not into.

Variation.

There are people who don't like to kiss their partner? That seems curious to me... Oh well. In answer to the question, kissing and foreplay are extremely important to me. There are times when it's relevant to skip it (i.e. when having a quickie somewhere public), but in general it's very important to me.

Huh. 84%. Who'd have thought?

My first thought was to bitch about wanting this stereotype to finally die, but then I thought, "Why not give a careful, measured response and see if I learn anything about myself?".

I think you need to be careful with your use of the word 'majority'. I think that the majority of women don't like bad sex, and a roughly equal number of men and women dislike sex altogether. If it is more women, I believe it has to do with the way we've been treated culturally throughout the last 28,000 or so years of human evolution.

That said, there are many women who love sex and have higher sex drives than their partners, myself included (though I suppose I'm sort of a special case...). Also, there's a greater fear of sex in women, since they are the ones who bear children, and (in most parts of the world, including parts of this country) don't even have the option to walk away from a pregnancy, and those who can still have a (no offense, guys, I really do know it's your baby too) MUCH harder time with it, both physically and emotionally.

Those I'm sure are only some of the reasons, but I still think the premise of your initial question is flawed.

Cheers.

She takes me in her hand as she begins to tell the story. I was eighteen. Early in my sexual life- but not that early. She says. I smile as I listen to her. Changing the shape of my mouth actually seemed to help the work I was doing and she let out a little moan. I had an apartment off campus with a couple of friends. I'd had the same boyfriend in high school for such a long time, and...

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Sunset. It's not late yet. After dinner. After drinks. Our guests are tired, we are not. They're asleep in the next room. She finally stops singing and puts down her guitar. It always makes me want to take her and throw her to the bed when she plays. Sometimes the urge overwhelms me. She knows it, and so my wrists are lashed to the bedposts. “I want to get some work done.” she'd said. ...

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