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TVSURFER
If anyone thinks there are a perfect symbiosis of t-girl and a transsexual fetish lover, they can buy a few bridges I have handy. This subject has been floating around this site for as long as there has been a Black T-girls site. We all know t-girls think of the “Dolla bills, dolla bills yall!”, first! A relationship is a distant second.
Foremost of all, these are not women, although we have made up our minds that they are; they are still genetically males with the same mind-set as any male animal in nature, sex. Human beings are not pigeons or ducks (two of the most monogamous animals in nature); they are the most complicated animals in nature. They have the capacity to think, reason, formulate tools and like any other animal in Mrs. Nature’s world, they think about sex most, if not, all the time! Men, I can honestly and expertly say, do so more than women! Why do you think they call men dogs? Dogs can sniff out pussy from a mile or two miles way!
As most of us can attest, men have a hard time being and staying monogamous. Men will stray, brag about the pussy he’s gotten, who he’s had; be it sister in laws, the girl across the street, the girl at CVS, etc. Some men, the bi guys, will even splork the pizza delivery guy, if given the opportunity!
This isn’t a perfect world and too many t-girls live in Disneyland!
They get out of the creature comfort of their parents homes (for what ever reason); sell or compromise their bodies and try to have a mind-set of the creatures from Venus. Women dream and they pray everyday to try and change the guys they have in their “safekeeping”, because they’ve snared him with that wonderful gash they have between their legs. Hell, we’ve had a president get his knob swabbed in the White House, right under his wife’s nose. He was labled a St Bernard!
I’ve heard women say to their friends, “Girl, I’m going to change him”, because this guy is a womanizer or just a slob! That won’t stop the anonymous cell phone calls, in the middle of the night or the going to the store for two hours for a pack of cigarettes or picking up his nasty draws or keep him from drinking milk from the carton and leaving a teaspoon of the Moo juice in the bottom of the container.
Women think they can whip a guy into shape and at most they can, especially when they tell him they are going to cut off his sex! When that happens, they guy straightens up for a little while. After he does what he thinks has appeased the woman, he’s off doing business as usual. He just might be fixing his radar on her best friend while she’s taking his cum-stained pants to the cleaners!
Now how can a same sex person think they can change a person of the same sex into a stay at home or take her to Red Lobster once a month kind of guy? They can’t! They (t-girls) met him when he was on his ‘predatory’ haunts; free to fuck, suck, ream, and cream and collecting more phone numbers than Yellow Book! If all else fails, he’s not going to change, unless he sees Gabriel at the Pearly Gates! Nevertheless, he’s not going to change unless he meets Morpheus and swallows the Red Pill of real world clarity.
There’s a movie out called Princessa. It’s about a transsexual who moved from her village in Brazil to Italy to ply her trade to send money back home to her impoverished mother. She always thought of meeting her Prince Charming and thought a new beginning would help her in her dreams of love and being a wife.
Things were going so-so until she met a man on the stroll that fell in love with her. He left his wife, set up shop with Princessa; give her the creature comforts of a gg; hair, nails, the latest fashions and even psychological counseling to help her through her quandary. She cooked his meals and cleaned his house; was his arm candy as he took her to the fine restaurants of Rome, until she met the guy’s wife who told her she was pregnant by her “newfound” beau.
This played on her mind because through all he had given her, there was one thing she couldn’t give him, a child! Plus, the glow started to dim when he wanted her to fuck him! She was contemplating suicide until she was stopped by a policeman who made her realize she had a lot to live for being the beautiful ‘woman’ he thought she was. That was her red pill moment and she went back to being Princessa, the transsexual, working the strolls of Rome, again. A dream of love is fleeting, but real is real!
Game recognizes game; you can’t go to Vegas and not expect anything more than gambling and a show. Quantitative, qualitative relationships with t-girls are generations away. One has to remember it took years for gays to come out of the closet to be accepted by the real world and some are still on the “down-low”! T-girls have to go beyond being on Maury, Jerry Springer and Tyra Banks shows. They have to reconcile with themselves, their immediate families and relatives and the world at large. They will have to aspire to be doctors, lawyers and even Indian chiefs to be credible and not be thought of than just sexual orifices. They have to think about being not cute and nineteen forever! Sooner rather than later, they will have to swallow a red pill; they won’t always make the height requirements to get into the amusement park.
The men have to realize that they have to quit thinking with their dicks and live up to the responsibility of monogamy, first! Men should write down the seventh commandment and put it their wallets, under that condom, as a reminder to what living with one person is all about (women, too). However, that’s like telling a Lion to be vegetarian or having Santa Claus to drop by on Labor Day! That's my take.
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