You'd Just Be a Drag Queen

Okay so I teased in a post about me asking my doctor about me getting a sex change. Ever since it seems as if that's all that some friends of mine can talk about. They ask me if I was serious (*shrug* maybe. I honestly love my strap-on, but I also love the taste of a man's cock in my mouth or licking his ass and m__ost importantly being fucked by a man with muscles and everything), what would I do with myself if I did get it done (find some really hot gay guy and fall in love and duck his brains out, so he'd have to be open to being a bottom, a lot of the time-LOL) and then from out of nowhere my friend Angel, the newly married major queen that I have known since freshman year of high school tells me today during Skype "It doesn't matter if you got the surgery or not, you'd just be a drag queen anyway." I wanted to laugh but there are sometimes when I feel like, even as a woman, that I'm dressed in drag, just impersonating a woman. So I included a picture of what I looked like when I talked to Angel, this look inspired that one-sided decision about me going to the doctor to become a man.

I honestly don't know if I can say that I feel like I should have been born a man instead of a girl. I want to have a baby so badly that I ache with it sometimes, I want to be pregnant so much that I have told every gay male couple that I am close to that I know wants to have children that I will be surrogate or egg donor and surrogate, whichever they want. I also love my breasts and love putting on makeup and wearing heels and dresses. So at those times all I want to be is a woman. So it's a I guess I am just weird thing. The woman who wants to be a gay man who dresses up like a woman.

Tell that to someone who knows me and they'll say "That foolishness only belongs to Vee-Vee." LOL.

So until my own brain makes sense I just smile and laugh and ignore their pressure to go and get the surgery done until they'll all drift away. I don't know what I'll do if I will end up doing anything. So frustrating.

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Are You a Twink?

So I got asked if I was twink today. I sort of laughed because hey dude did you not notice my breasts? It's not like they're invisible, but it was one of the male counselors with the Gay Teen Group that I volunteer with asking me so I figured there was some hidden meaning.

So I just cocked my head to the side, lifted my hand and said "Twink?" He laughed and said he was talking about my stories and the fact that I love gay men and enjoy....*cough*....gay videos. He asked if the smaller men in my stories, the one who everyone thinks needs to be protected but always ends up being strong themselves was me. If I were a bottom. I had to laugh then. I told him that some of their insecurities were mine and definitely their talents, but that no, I am not a twink.

I am aware and so is everyone that knows me that if I were a man, I'd be gay. What people don't get is that I'd be a top. Oh yeah, the big alpha male, that's me. In "Unthinkable" I'd be Vet, in "The Alpha King" I'd be Blaze and in "Special Song" I'd be Drakko.

I have never been the delicate or wilting flower though I've played the part for some hot guy with a big cock and huge muscles, but it was never my true nature. We took our conversation over to the kids and laughed together when all of the boys told me I'd make one sexy ass bear.

It always amuses me when people take in my small frame and place me in the position of the "wifey". If I had one, I'd walk around with a strap-on constantly, find some really small bisexual guy who liked to bottom most of the time and have my own HEA.

Until that happens I will keep being the big burly top in my stories and smiling when people think that I'm the twink.

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