When I was sixteen I fell for a guy who looked crazy good in pink. At seventeen I fell harder for a guy who was a gothic cross dresser. Damn was he sexy! He was sensual, masculine, extremely well endowed (something I found out much later in life.) He was smart and eloquent, and dominated every room he walked into. He wore black eyeliner and mascara making his blue eyes electric. At six-foot-something with a broad frame and muscles to match, every ounce of his 180 pounds was bad boy sex appeal. Never has any other guy's fashion sense ever so fascinated me. His platform combat boots and black skirts are something no other guy I've met has had the confidence to wear. It was a brand of seduction few men have the strength to imitate. To this day just the thought of guy wearing eyeliner and mascara gives me naughty fantasies. Yet today men get sex changes just because they like wearing a dress. This bothers me. I'm not against transgenders, but I am against the rare bre...
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