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 breed of man who has style and flare being forced to mutate because society can't accept him as he is, or woman for that matter.
We need to give up gender roles and as an opinionated asshole who lives in a woman's body give up gender stereotypes.
I learned a long time ago as a woman I was supposed to be soft, delicate, and submissive, instead of the highly intelligent, strong commanding person I was born as.
I tried my best to be "feminine" and failed miserably. My teens and twenties were spent watching these women who seemed to fit societies expectations, trying to learn from them. I learned a ton, but eventually, I had to accept that wasn't me.
I fit more "man" boxes of personality than feminine mystique. I felt ashamed, angry, frustrated. Why couldn't I be like other girls?
Accepting myself made me realize why men wearing dresses is so sexy. Those men don't care about who society wants them to be. They revel in breaking the rules and being rebels. What's more macho than that?
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 breed of man who has style and flare being forced to mutate because society can't accept him as he is, or woman for that matter.
We need to give up gender roles and as an opinionated asshole who lives in a woman's body give up gender stereotypes.
I learned a long time ago as a woman I was supposed to be soft, delicate, and submissive, instead of the highly intelligent, strong commanding person I was born as.
I tried my best to be "feminine" and failed miserably. My teens and twenties were spent watching these women who seemed to fit societies expectations, trying to learn from them. I learned a ton, but eventually, I had to accept that wasn't me.
I fit more "man" boxes of personality than feminine mystique. I felt ashamed, angry, frustrated. Why couldn't I be like other girls?
Accepting myself made me realize why men wearing dresses is so sexy. Those men don't care about who society wants them to be. They revel in breaking the rules and being rebels. What's more macho than that?
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