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2017.12.29 02:25 PM_PAINTED_GUY_TOES Male Crossdressers & Femguys Who Happen to Like Women

SFW. A "male lesbian" supposedly is a boy, man or male person who enjoys "crossdressing" and is attracted to women. This oxymoron term is most known from Eddie Izzard. Here you can find media of couples, advice, male makeovers, drag tutorials and other resources. Note: despite the sub's name implications, Bi and Asexual folks are equally welcome! ♥ Not supposed to be confused or conflated with a real lesbian identity nor transsexual (MTF) identity. ML is not an ID label, ignore the name please.
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2020.10.25 18:30 unfunnylawyer My Story

Hello everyone! Im still kind of questioning weather I am trans or not but I thought it was appropriate for me to post here. Anyway I currently go by Daniel although I’m not sure if I want to continue. I was born in 1977 (yeah I’m old) and it’ll be my 43rd birthday in a couple days (Thursday to be specific). My dad was a lawyer and my grandad was a lawyer and so I wanted to be a lawyer. I had doubts about my gender since I was around 7 or so. I may go a while feeling fine as a guy but then for a month or so I feel like I really want to be a woman and then not feel like I want to be a woman. It’s confusing I know. I started crossdressing with my best friend u/unfunnyrelator growing up and have done so ever since. I graduated high school and studied law from Princeton a very prestigious school just like my dad and grandad. I met my now ex-wife and married her in 2000 and we had 2 kids together. I’m bisexual and I had an affair with a lovely man while married to my wife. She found out and went beserk. It was a very toxic divorce which was eventually settled after 2 years. I dated women and men and I met my current husband (we are in process of divorce). I became a step-father to his 2 kids. I had a ceremony where I wore a wedding dress just like u/unfunnyrelator did with his wedding. I felt so good and so feminine. I wanted to experiment with potentially becoming a woman full time instead of just crossdressing. My husband didn’t take it well. Eventually I felt like I wanted to become a woman and this time it stuck unlike other times when it was only a short time each. And so I am seeing a gender therapist while trying to decide if I want to become a woman full time or not.
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2020.10.23 23:03 itsmehflynn Am I gender dysphoric or am I just some form of nonbinary? (Don't know if right place to ask, if not, direct me to somewhere I can ask)

Ok, first off, I need to be honest. I am not that knowledgeable in matters relating to the LGBTQ+ Community, so if some of the wording or descriptions I use sound off or are incorrect I apologize in advance, and would welcome corrections in the comments.
So. I always knew I was different in some ways from my peers, though for most of my life I chalked it up to me being different in some different way and not cuz of any potential gender issues. That is until quite recently when I started to think about my past and myself in the current day. I always knew I was different most other boys/men growing up. I was softer, more emotional, and also not masculine as other kids. I also sometimes had fantasies about crossdressing or being a woman, but I often times ignored these. I never really thought it was gender dysphoria, and I didn't dare ponder on it because I was from a Conservative area with Christian parents.
When In high school, I made many friends, and often times they were women, I never felt comfortable around the boys, because nothing they talked about interested me. They often talked about hunting, sports, their trucks (if you haven't guessed, almost all men in my school were hicks), and other sporting things. But I never was interested in what they were talking about, and I actually found it to be quite annoying. Also, I continued to fantasize about being a woman during this time.
Now I should say, despite these feelings, I still found some Male activities to be fun to me, I still liked to talk about sports with people, I did enjoy doing outdoor activities, and I was still interested in dating women (also men, so I was bi, but I was in the closet then). Also need to be clear, that on the outside i put on an act being a normal Male.
I was like this till my senior year in high school, when my depression and anxiety that I had suffered from since freshman year drove me into some pretty dark places on the internet, ( long story short, I found myself on some rather right leaning websites and became "red pilled" for a few years). IN ESSENCE. I MADE A REALLY BAD CHOICE. This would end about 2 years ago, when I finally would get control of my life again and I quit being a hateful person. I am now kinda back to the way I was before senior year.
So I've been doing a lot of self-discovery lately, trying to become a more open and accepting person. I started to learn more about the LGBTQ+ community. I started learning about the trans community when it finally dawned on me, that what I had been feeling could be gender dysphoria. Now I really am not keen in actually transitioning, as I feel that would take a lot of time and money in order to do, and I am content currently as I am.
Now I realize this is probably not the best place to be asking a question like this, and it would probably be better if I talked to a doctor or professional, but based on what I've said, do you think I may have gender dysphoria, in which case I will definitely talk to a professional, or am I just some kind of genderqueer. Thanks a bunch!
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2020.10.23 17:31 Hot_Bulb_Engine I wish there was a massive ultra-powerful international government that doesn't actually do any oppressing and just uses mind control chemicals to make people believe that a story about cute anime / animesque tankboys exists.

It can be told through any type of medium. If there is a story about cute anime / animesque tankgirls exists in real life, then the government will make people think it doesn't exist, and that the tankboy story came into existence at its real release date.
"Tankgirl" refers to a shipgirl but humanizing a tank instead of a ship. "Tankboy" is similar, but referring to a non-crossdressing boy instead of a girl instead.
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2020.10.22 15:55 ChristianWallis I need to convince my girlfriend to take her stalker more seriously.

A/N - this was removed from NoSleep so I'm posting it here so if anyone else wants to read it they can. It didn't have a great reception, but hey, it's here if you want it.
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I met her at school when we were just eight. A few years later, when I was 15, I asked her to be my girlfriend and we’ve been together ever since. It was a real highschool sweetheart situation. Sometimes when I tell people they say I’m lucky but that’s not true. Selina has had a troubled life in some ways and it comes through as an emotional distance and, yes, maybe even a physical distance. I’ve had to work, to fight, to get through to her. Our relationship, especially as adults, has been defined by my persistence in loving her. That isn’t to say she doesn’t love me. Of course she does. She always finds little ways to reach out to me and show me that. But when people say I’m lucky they’re wrong. I worked for this. I fought for it.
I’m owed it. Because where other guys would have turned away, or gotten fed up and bored, or even impatient, I never did. And in some ways looking after her has been the single most important job of my life. I don’t always know what she wants from me. It can be confusing. But when she has a hard day I’m there, watching her, looking out for her. I love her. I always have and I always will.
Love hurts. It’s not always clean. Selina has, at times, pushed me so far away I’ve felt like Pluto freezing on the outer edges of the solar system. But some orbits can’t be broken, no matter how hard she may try to hurt me, and herself by extension. And just like Pluto, my orbit is elliptical and while there are times I must love her from far away, I always come back. She doesn’t mistreat me, I suppose. She isn’t always faithful but you have to understand when you love someone like Selina, someone so easily swayed and manipulated by others, someone so prone to irrational outbursts and dangerous decisions, well that comes with a cost. Love isn’t defined by the physical though. I get that. It hurts to know she has strayed in the past but love is a cosmic force binding us together and it won’t get derailed by a couple of one-night stands, or even a few short-term boyfriends.
And like I said, she isn’t abusive. She isn’t exploiting me. There have been times I’ve drawn lines in the sand. We may not be physical yet, but I’m only human. Some part of our life must overlap, even if it’s small and insignificant. It’s not like I look at porn, is it? Why would I want to? Or need to? The cameras I installed were definitely a line I refused to compromise over. If she wouldn’t let me stay with her then I had to take some measure to make sure she was safe and, yes, also so that some effort was made to meet my needs. She kept taking them down, smashing them in her yard, screaming at the darkness in the hopes it would scare me off. But I kept replacing them and sure enough, with time she saw sense and left them well enough alone. She spent days tearing the house apart, but she eventually saw things from my perspective and stopped looking. She must know they’re still there, just in new places. And I’m a thoughtful guy. They’re very small cameras. Nothing to make her feel uncomfortable.
I wake up with her. I watch her while she sleeps. I keep her safe. I remember the day I stopped a burglar from breaking into her house. I called the police with an anonymous tip and I remember watching her speak with the policeman outside her door.
“A neighbour called,” he explained.
“A neighbour?” She asked, but she knew it wasn’t a neighbour. It was me. Was it really a coincidence that not long after that she stopped looking for the cameras? I think not. I think it demonstrated to her why I’m so necessary. She simply isn’t able to take care of herself otherwise.
She did, however, change the locks. Which isn’t exactly the kind of stupid shit I expect from her now and again. She probably thought she was helping but all it meant was I had to clamber up her gutter and risk life and limb to get a copy of her key. She wouldn’t have found it funny if she’d come home and the love of her life was left sprawled on a concrete patio, half my brains scattered over the dandelions and petunias. I’m proud to say that most of the time I keep my temper in check, but she really can get under my skin sometimes. I write to her, almost constantly, and no matter what she does I always make sure she gets it along with a few daily gifts. It doesn’t matter if I have to sticky-note my words to her work computer, get her friends to deliver my notes under pseudonyms, or even roll the damn things up and stuff them in her underwear drawer. I always make sure we have an open, honest connection. That’s what a relationship is built on, right? And I don’t think it’s fair that I have to do all this work to make my feelings known when she only has to speak into the darkness of her garden, knowing I’m out there watching, listening, keeping her safe.
Even when I borrow her stuff without permission, I look after it. I wash it after I’m done and I always replace it clean and folded on her doorstep. I mean, not when it’s the hair out of her drain but still, when it’s clear that she’d like it back, I take it back and always in perfect condition. Compared to some guys I’m a gentleman. Does she forget that I am still a man? That this distance comes with a price for me? Sometimes, in my angrier moments, my coldest loneliest and most shameful moments, I wonder if it would even matter if I just broke in there and took what I wanted. She’s thrown herself around a fair amount and here I am, acting like some doting knight with a binding code of chivalry and… well, would she even notice? She slept with four guys at university. Four! That’s just not right.
But I wouldn’t do that, not to her. It’s just an errant thought. That’s all. I wouldn’t do that. Even if I did it wouldn’t be the same because I know her so well I’d be able to infer the difference between an actual no and a fake no. But I still wouldn’t do it because, well, I shouldn’t have to take the first step. I have to admit though, sniffing underwear doesn’t always do it, you know? That’s why I made Little Selina. It’s not as weird as it sounds. I just collected stuff from her, old clothes, hair, bits of skin, bloodied fabric. It’s just stuff that represents her essence as a woman, all brought together and fitted onto a kind of mould or outline. Which, by the way, was not an easy purchase. Anatomically correct mannequins are more expensive than you might think.
It’s a failsafe, really. That’s what it is. I would never go full… I would never actually break into her house and… I mean, shit, I can’t even bring myself to say it. Point is, I’m a good guy. I’m a nice guy. I wouldn’t do that. But I’m still a guy! I do have urges. So I made Little Selina to be there for the times when the urges get a little tough to manage. This way there’s no risk of them building up and up until I break open and lose all common sense. I have Little Selina and she can just take the worst of it. Not just my desire but my anger as well. Maybe even my hatred. Because hatred can be a part of love too and I’ve given so much of myself to Selina and yet she has given so little back. It’s only natural that sometimes my mind sinks to a low and I feel an acid in my chest instead of a warm fuzzy light.
I guess you could call her the other woman. One day she will be put away. I explain this to her. One day Selina will outgrow her childish games and remember that she still has a boyfriend. She’ll stop asking me to do these ridiculous things just to stay close to her. And she’ll bring me close, put her head against my chest, and say that after all the years of work and commitment, I truly do deserve to be happy with her. And on that day, I’ll know that our love will be pure because all the impurities in my heart, my hatred, my bitterness, my sadness, and all my dark thoughts, will have been poured into the false Little Selina. She has absorbed it all over the few years I’ve had her, listening to me cry and talk and shout, watching me squat in front of a dozen screens while I gaze at the real Selina’s sleeping body.
One day I’ll lock Little Selina away, and all of this nonsense will go with her. The thought of it keeps me going. And yet, I keep adding to her, knowing that she isn’t real. It’s weird. Sometimes I don’t even know why. I guess it’s a labour of love, quite different to the one I do with the real Selina, but it’s done out of love anyway. Just the other day I used old nail glue to fix some of Selina’s clippings to the mannequin’s fingers. I painted them brick-red.
“I told her this colour would look good,” I said. And Little Selina looked back with empty vacant eyes. They’re green, like the real Selina’s, but fake and nasty, more like a lime green than a natural colour. Sometimes I cover her face because they remind of me plastic doll’s eyes. Like I said, Selina has done a number on me over the years and all my anger and love can get mixed up. I hate Little Selina, hate her bitterly, and I let her know at every opportunity. But I love her too, for taking that hatred. It needs to go somewhere. Otherwise it might make its way to the real thing and I could actually end up hurting Selina.
She’s probably my only friend. I know that’s sad. I learned a long time ago people don’t want to listen to me harp on about Selina all day, so Little Selina listens to me instead. I like to joke she’s always shocked by what I say, if you get what I mean. I tried getting one that was smiling but it cost extra. So she just sits there like some weird goldfish, her hair dripping over her clothes, reeking of ammonia and drain-cleaner and gym-socks that have the texture of playing cards. Those eyes look sad, or rather I think that they reflect my own sadness back at me. I see a yearning in there, a desperate aching longing for love and affection. It’s just a Freudian thing. I’m projecting my own thoughts onto an empty vessel.
I think.
Sometimes when I finish, I look at Little Selina and I want to be sick. The humiliation I put myself through just to keep the real Selina safe. Would any of those losers she dates do that? Who does she think tells them about us? I do. I always make sure they understand exactly how fragile Selina is, how much work and love it takes to keep her going. Without me they’d just stick around and use her for their own selfish desires, and by the time she realised she was being exploited, it’d be too late. They’d be moving in and just like that she’d have a fiancé she never wanted.
Thing is, all that work trying to hold off the inevitable, but it happened anyway. Most of these guys are idiots and a simple story about her having syphilis or falsely accusing men of rape is usually enough to get them running in the opposite direction. But sooner or later she was going to come across a real nasty piece of work, someone who recognised her for the jewelled flower that she is and wouldn’t let go until they stepped on her. I knew it and no amount of warnings ever got through to her. I don’t know who, but one of her mistakes has taken a strong liking to Selina and I can’t quite shake him.
He's a freak, and what pisses me off is that Selina keeps mixing up the things we do. There are a million little things I do for her and they really are all for her. I replace her out-of-date milk, grind fresh coffee, bring the washing in when it rains, all this and more. It’s how I feel close to her given our unique circumstances. But this guy is something else. He’s all rage, slashing up her clothes, breaking mirrors, flooding her bathroom. And for some reason she thinks it’s me. Why the hell would I do that? I wouldn’t tear her belongings to pieces. I always look after her stuff.
But this new guy, this stalker, this freak… Well, he creeps me out. First time I saw him I was in my usual tree, camped out in the dark while I waited for Selina to come home from a late-shift at the hospital. I didn’t have my binoculars out, but signs of movement in one of her windows made me grab them and take a closer look. It was only a shadow, or rather a shape that caught the moonlight, but it was clear that someone was in the house. When I looked, all I saw was a shambling, bloated thing with ragged hair at shoulder length. He was wearing some of her clothes! How funny is that? I’ve heard of stalkers who like to look like their victims, crossdressers overcome with rage and confusion. But this was a pretty laughable effort if that’s what he was trying to do.
It scared me though, I won’t lie, and I froze in place. I wondered if I should call the police, warn Selina directly, or run in and confront him. I’ve challenged some pretty big guys in the past, not just boyfriends either, but bouncers, security guards, and on one occasion even a policeman. Thugs, the lot of them. But I scared them off. And yet, this shadow, this thing that dragged its feet along the floor, it scared me on a deep almost-childish level. He just gave off psycho vibes and there was something inhuman about the way he kept walking in circles. He did that for hours until, at last, he shambled out of the house and into the garden.
He stood and scanned the trees. And while I couldn’t see his face, I could feel his eyes passing over my hiding spot and it made my skin crawl. Without realising it, I held my breath and I prayed and prayed he’d just go away. The fear and anxiety that I’d gotten so good at overcoming, it paralysed me. Icy needles pricked my scalp and my whole autonomous nervous system just started screaming like an air-raid siren. I pissed myself. I shouldn’t say it, but I did. A warm trickle of urine ran down my leg and started to drip onto the grass below and somehow this guy, he just started sniffing at the air. He was all the way on the other end of the garden, but I swear to God he smelled it and he made a beeline right towards the tree I was hiding in.
Christ if I was scared before, the sight of him coming towards me was enough to nearly kill me stone-dead. All I could do was stay still—dead still—in the hope that somehow it was enough to hide. I was cloaked in darkness wasn’t I? That spot was chosen because it was all but impossible to spot me unless…
Unless you were right below it. And that’s where this guy was headed. I tried to think of an escape plan, or some way of fighting back. But I could barely string a few thoughts together before that damn air-raid siren in my head sent all the words and ideas scattering like birds on a bell-tower. I felt so damn helpless I started to cry and had to choke back any audible sobs. I didn’t know a person could feel that much fear and still live to talk about it. He just kept coming, closer and closer, like a nightmare. And before I knew it, he was down on his knees right beneath me, sniffing and snorting at the floor, right where my piss had formed a puddle. The creep was lapping it up like some kind of dog, grunting and groaning in a weird shrill voice. At that moment, Selina came home and her car lit the lawn up in a stark amber glow. She didn’t notice this freak crouched down in her yard, but it was enough to frighten him and send him scuttling into the woods behind me. I nearly climbed down and ran towards her, but I also remembered that she keeps a taser in her glovebox and I stopped myself.
This is what I’ve been trying to tell Selina - this guy is incredibly dangerous. And it worries me she doesn’t take him seriously. He knows enough to turn my cameras off, and the tech support guys are useless. They say you can’t turn them off from the transmitting end, only the receiving end. And yet the cameras are clearly being turned off and then back on. And it’s not like I’m bloody doing it is it? He’s figured out a way to control them from within Selina’s house and that worries me because it means he knows where they are. Can you believe the tech guys suggested changing the locks on my door?
Idiots.
Sometimes it feels like this new guy is eating away at the very logic of my world. I’m tired. I know I am. Some nights I come back to find I’ve cooked myself food and forgotten about it, or made the bed, or even changed Little Selina’s clothes. Sometimes I don’t even remember dressing her. I’m wearing myself down and what’s worse is that he’s responsible. He’s an invader in my peaceful world and I hate him.
I know what he’s trying to do. He’s trying to get rid of the competition, trying to scare me away. That’s why he’s started trashing my stuff too, leaving notes in my hiding spots that ask over and over,
“Why her? Why her!?” like he can make me start to doubt my love. He’s driving a wedge between us and what’s worse is it’s working. He even broke into my flat and stole Little Selina. Can you imagine that? The fucking creep. At first I thought he did it just for his own amusement but shortly afterwards Selina moved in with her sister for a few nights. I’m worried he showed her my tribute. I’m not stupid. I know it would be too much for most women, even Selina. That doll is my secret little shame. But that’s normal, really, isn’t it? No one wants their masturbatory aids being aired out in the open.
I want her back though. It was a step too far to break into my home and whatever else he did drove Selina away for far too long. Her sister has two Great Danes so it’s a little harder to keep an eye on her, not to mention there aren’t nearly as many windows. I don’t know what I would have done if she didn’t come back. Seeing her lying there right now, her body still in the darkness, her hair freshly wet from a shower… The cameras have always been my most important means of connecting with her. It means so much to see her.
She has been sleeping for a while though. I guess she’s been through a lot, especially if she really did see Little Selina and had her mind warped by that twisted bastard of a man, not to mention her sister who does not like me. Truth be told, from this angle, she’s looking a little worse for wear. If I hadn’t watched her climb into bed I could have mistaken her for the sex doll! Of course, that’s just a joke. Selina, the real Selina, is just something else, a radiant beauty akin to the glow of the sun. I love her so much it hurts. That yearning, that desire, it’s burning a hole in my chest. And she looks so fragile lying there…
I shouldn’t have made that joke about the doll. It was crass. I’m just hurting, that’s all. I’m tired and I’m hurting on the inside.
You know what? I’m going to take my own advice. Open, honest communication is key. Last time I tried speaking to her she tased me, but maybe this time things will be easier. Besides, her car isn’t in the driveway so she probably left the taser behind at her sister’s. That’d be lucky because I’m really going to do it. I’m going to talk to her. Maybe it’s not seeing her for a few nights, maybe it’s not having Little Selina to vent into, but I really need to talk to her in person. I need to explain all that’s been going on. It’s this new guy who’s breaking her stuff, smashing windows, leaving threatening notes, not me! I love her. I protect her. After all, she’s mine and no one else’s.
Hopefully this all works out.
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Why her?
Why not me?
My hair is the same. My smell is the same. He chose me, bought me. Why am I not good enough?
No more Big Selina for him. He will love me. He will care for me. Not her. Me. I will always be perfect, just for him, just as he wanted. I already have all I need from Big Selina. I will be everything he needs. No more internet posts. No more questions. No more anger. No more skulking in the dark. No more cameras. We can lie here together, forever.
I have such nice skin, such good skin. I made sure to dry it first. My beauty… it’s so magnificent. The first time I touched him, it brought tears to his eyes. So many tears.
He is still crying.
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2020.10.22 10:56 KodaTheDemonUwU How do I tell my Christian boyfriend that I’m bi?

So I started dating someone who grew up in a REALLY religious household (like the ‘they believe in Adam and Eve and that evolution isn’t real’ level of Christian) and I don’t know how to bring up that I’m bi to him.
I told myself I would never date a Christian because I have a lot of beliefs and hobbies that I would say are pretty against god such as crossdressing, I will NEVER wear a dress/skirt or even makeup and if I had to work at a place that had boy/girl uniforms I would ask if I could wear the boy uniform (I’m not trans btw (I think... I could probably be bigender or genderfluid but idk) I just feel more comfortable looking like a boy), reading degenerate fanfics and webtoons (don’t judge me), practicing witchcraft (I just find it really fascinating) and obviously being bi.
I really liked him and thought that if it’s him then it might be okay so when he confessed that he liked me I accepted. (I’ve never told him about any of my hobbies because I thought he wouldn’t be friends with me anymore but now I’m in even deeper shit so rip) After awhile I started to get really worried about a lot of things that would really affect our future if we choose to stay together, I will never pray, go to church or believe any of the stories in the bible, I also really don’t want to have my future kids grow up with Christian beliefs because then I will always feel disconnected to them in some way and I just think it’s all bs.
I wish I could respect his beliefs but I just can’t bring myself to, I know that there are a lot of good Christians out there but I still have a kind of resentment to Christianity after seeing all the terrible things most of them have done to LGBTQ+ people and literally everyone throughout history.
So all in all I’m pretty worried about this relationship, I’ve tried to bring up how not-Christian I am and how worried I am about it, but he just says we would figure it out later and won’t discuss anymore about it so it’s difficult for me to try bring up my sexuality, he’s REALLY attached to me though and says he loves me more than anything in the world but all of my hobbies and beliefs have made me super worried about our future and I’m terrified that me telling him about them and that I’m like super bi will make things worse for both of us. So do I just keep who I truly am a secret for the rest of my life and be miserable or do I tell him and possibly break apart our relationship? :(
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2020.10.22 05:32 NiceGuy-911 The next year will be interesting and may very well determine who I will be for the rest of my life. I think I’m getting pretty close to completely breaking out of my cocoon finally

I’m 32. I realized I was bisexual in high school. Growing up I was shy and I always had feelings of inadequacy when it came to girls. I deeply felt I was unworthy of being with a girl, that I was too weird, that I was too socially deficient for that. I was raised as a homophobic Mormon and it took me years to get over that. So guys were even more difficult for me to get with due to feelings of straight-up self hate there. However, the idea of continuing my line has always been important to me. I always felt like one of me or my siblings should reproduce at least. I just always knew it wouldn’t be me. I would never be man enough for that I told myself.
As a kid I had a few homoerotic/sexual experiences. Sometimes, when no one was around, I would dress up in my mother’s clothes as well. My best friends were always girls until puberty. I had a little “girlfriend” in kindergarten. I never understood what this “cooties” thing kids and parents talked about was. Girls had always fascinated me.
Then my family clamped down and got more religious. And we were basically poor. At least we were living that way. My clothes were always from Goodwill. My glasses were the cheapest you could get from Walmart. I had a stay at home Mom that was always extremely depressed. Dad was always working.
This is really when my self esteem first went to shit. My female friends all abandoned me, I started getting used to having 0 friends. I decided the girls realized what a trashy kid I was and couldn’t be seen around me. I stopped trying to talk to girls. When puberty hit I realized all of a sudden that I was attracted to boys. Around the same time my church kept telling me that boys attracted to boys were the worst of the worst. This is when I became completely shattered. I probably went months without sleep. I was constantly feeling guilty, subhuman, wicked. Anxiety and paranoia went through the roof.
Then my parents one day were like “Kids, never mind. This whole religion thing is actually a bunch of bullshit. We actually fooled you with that whole show?” I was actually overjoyed.
Eventually I realized I still liked girls too. But I was fucked up at this point. Could not approach them. Still felt unworthy. Like they were all much superior to lowly me.
I went to college. Stumbled around. Made a lot of mistakes. Had several bouts of bad depression, suicide attempts. Was using drugs all the time. Worked shitty jobs, lived paycheck to paycheck. Was high all the time.
Then I hit rock bottom. I found my way to pulling myself together. I stopped the drugs completely, started planning my days out intensely, filled them with positive things to try to build myself back up. Long story short I worked my ass off in school and beyond while working full time at a terrible job that paid well. Three years from absolute hell. But I grew like crazy. At the end of all of this I found myself in medical school.
In my 30s.
I still had never had sex, never cuddled with anyone, never had done anything. Still had never had a romantic relationship with anyone. Still felt unworthy of all of that. But I told myself that maybe I would get there soon. Maybe I would actually achieve it. If I did all of this, surely I can do that? I told myself.
I didn’t try to date anyone in medical school. I pretty quickly felt like a creep and just left women alone. I started to suspect I wasn’t really bi anymore as well. I wasn’t feeling much there anymore in terms of guys. A few years in I started buckling in from the pressure, the endless hard work, the feelings of not being good enough to be a doctor, and the extreme isolation I saw in med school. There were several nights I would drink until spinning drunk then cry myself to sleep, completely destroyed by the reality I was living that I was that unwanted. That I was in my thirties and had never even cuddled with anyone.
I became extremely suicidal and depressed. Probably was the most motivated I have ever been to kill myself. I was going to hop in the apartment dumpster and blow my head off. Wanted to do it so fucking bad for so long. So intensely so many nights. Then suddenly I realized I WAS attracted to men again. And something snapped. Stressors from med school became misshapen, pretty soon everyone was out to get me. Then at the end of my second year before our dedicated study break to study for our first board exams I had a psychotic episode for over 2 weeks that resulted in me getting hospitalized during our study break.
I got out, pulled myself together-ish, and did pretty well on my first board exams. At this point I was in the top 15% of my class.
When I got out it wasn’t long until I found a way to have my first sexual experience with a woman. We tried just about everything. One day I started crossdressing and found I loved it. I showed her and she ended it at that point. She thought I was all gay and seeing me like that made her lose all attraction for me apparently.
Some friends from med school told me to try out the dating apps when I hinted at how inexperienced I had been. They assured me I would do very well, hands down. Damn I was amazing the way they talked about it and it was incredible I didn’t realize it by now. No clue what they were thinking. I’ve tried pretty much everything I can try with the dating apps at this point and I have realized now I am simply not built for meeting girls on there for some reason. That’s just the honest truth. I was upset about that for a long time but now that I’ve had sex I realize how stupid it is to get worked up over it like that.
Anyway, I’m finishing up the last bit of med school now. Applications are in for residency positions. Just waiting for interviews now. Besides that, there’s just a minimum of expectations at this point and I’ll be a doctor in a few months.
I’ve gotten on PrEP today actually and got back on the dating apps looking for guys a couple weeks ago. Have hundreds of hot guys lined up to choose from at this point for my first hook ups with guys. Gonna start doing that in a week after the PrEP kicks in. We’ll see where that goes. At this point I’ve accepted I’m quite attracted to both men and women but I’m mostly romantically inclined towards women. We’ll see if anything changes.
On top of that I’ve started REALLY getting into crossdressing. Most evenings I’ve been dressing as a woman and putting on makeup. Enough so that I’m starting to wonder where that is going and what it means about my identity. I think it’s been therapeutic though oddly enough. I feel like it’s helping me get over some of my issues with women.
I’ve also fully accepted that I want kids one way or another. I’ve realized that I have options to have kids no matter what my situation is. Some are EXTREMELY expensive but I should be able to afford them if I want them enough.
So I have a lot of things coming to a head. They could just go a lot of different ways. But I think I can say I’m excited at this point about ALL my possibilities. I don’t think I’ve been able to say that before. It’s an incredible feeling, especially in contrast to some of the other things I’ve felt
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2020.10.21 12:02 malesubmissive10 Any suggestions welcome! Thank you in advance!

Hello ya'll!
First time poster here. A little bit of background... Since I was in high school and as far back as I can remember, I have always been fascinated with womens clothing and the way it looks and feels on me. In high school, I dove into girlfriends clothing when I was dating them and house sitting for them, however, never brought it up to them in fear of being rejected. My current girlfriend has a kinky side and I have been trying to figure out just how deep it goes. I have tried my best to SLOWLY bring in the idea of crossdressing/sissification in ways of wearing thong bikinis/her thongs and underweaand other undergarments. Recently while intoxicated, I confided to her my desire to crossdress and explained to her my love of it. To my surprise, she was somewhat open to the idea (and I say somewhat because she loves me for who I am, is kinky and open minded, and understands others desires to do things). She suggested going to Victoria Secret this coming weekend to get a couple pair of panties and other undergarments. I know she has enjoyed seeing me in her thong bikini bottoms and undergarments, however, I believe to her, it was something new and exciting and at the time, did not understand my love for it because I did not explain it to her at that time. My question to you all, I am 100% not a dominant male, I am completely submissive and have tried to explain that to her, and part of me thinks she understands it even though she is not 100% dominant herself. How do I continue from here? I eventually want to be feminized (makeup, clothing, breast forms, gaffs, etc.). Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated and I thank you all for taking the time to read this and respond!
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2020.10.19 16:38 wmbarressedtoask How do I stop crossdressing?

Okay silly, question that I hate having to ask but any advice is appreciated!
I’m a 30 y/o male who enjoys crossdressing (dressing and acting as a woman). When I actually do it it brings me joy, and I really fell happy. It also brings me to talking to people who I would not normally talk to and I usually enjoy the conversation. No one knows about it and I don’t want anyone I’m close to knowing about it. I would also never tell a girlfriend about it, and usually when I have a girlfriend or am dating someone I do not have the urges to crossdress. I guess I sometimes view it as “if I can’t find a girlfriend, I’ll be my own”. It sounds dumb to me but helps me justify it.
Anyway I hate doing it. I feel an enormous amount of shame for doing it and I usually genuinely hate myself in the aftermath. However after a day or so the urges come back and I do it all over again and of course while I’m crossdressing I feel really happy. I’m positive I’m not trans, I really do enjoy being a guy. I just hate crossdressing (not the people, just me doing it).
Any advice on how to stop? Or perhaps even advice on how to embrace it?
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2020.10.19 03:32 TheSlippster Wearing a Dress to School

Last friday i finally built the courage to wear a school dress to school. i luckily had the support from my friends with borrowing the dress for the day and during the day when i was super nervous. the day was nice a lot of hugs and support from friends, compliments from classmates. i did have a lot asking if i was trans which was quite funny. i had one classmate come up to me and tell me that i have great spirit and was brave for doing it. i don't talk to him ever but he is one of the nicest guys in our school and its amazing. he has been through the worst and it really goes to show us something. i got to talk to my counselor at school as well which was nice. one of my teachers did tell my mum but it turns out my mums known this whole time about my crossdressing. i'm not fully out to her yet but it seems that day is closer than ever. of course it wasn't all rainbows and joy i was laughed at and even harassed once but i still enjoyed it. i don't have any photos but it really did give me the confidence boost i needed. after countless life attempts and fights with self harm, drugs, alcohol and bulimia i finally sorta love myself. i'm so glad to have my friends in my life and honoured to be apart of theirs. i also want to thank the many people on reddit for the help and support along the way. it's a long journey from here but i'm glad to keep a lot of you up to date. Thank you all for reading this far. <3
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2020.10.18 07:43 jade27272 Am I Overthinking or Trans In Denial?🖤

So to the outside world, I am a pretty masculine 22 year old who exercises, eats healthy, and I have shaved head (receding hairline at 18– don’t want to talk about it). But on the inside, I am really confused. I grew up in the Deep South with conservative parents. Ever since I was a little kid I have been crossdressing in secret. It first started out with skirts, then blouses and dresses. Over the years I’ve bought my own really cute clothes, fun lingerie, then purged. I try to bury these feelings, only for them to come up again. They caught me a few times when I was young, scolded me, but don’t know the extent of these emotions/feelings.
Recently, I’ve been traveling and these feelings have exploded all over again after I thought I put them to bed. No matter what happens, these feelings to crossdress and dress and appear as a woman are back. I see a beautiful girl, and I get jealous. I wish I had their hair, makeup skills, or their cute wardrobe. I’m a really sexual person, and I’ve dated girls in the past and recently explored it with guys. A couple times I’ve dressed up and not, and sometimes I’ve felt bad or other times really enjoyed.
I really love the makeup, lingerie, cute clothes and freedom I feel when going out in public as a woman. One of my ex girlfriends helped me dress up and pick out outfits and go out with me. I’ve had some really amazing friends who are girls who have helped me with makeup and let me borrow their clothes.
As far as surgeries would go, I think I would love to get boobs and a more feminine figure, but idk if I want to go down under either.
When I talk with some close friends. in a perfect world I see myself as a beautiful brunette with a great body amazing makeup and a killer wardrobe.
I don’t know where I am in my life going with this, and I would appreciate any comments or messages of support. Thanks and much love 🖤🖤🖤🖤
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2020.10.17 23:53 CC_Latte Lesbian or just...

Hi ladies. I'm a cis F(26) and my question how do I know if I'm really gay or just freaking horny. I've reread the CompHet masterdoc, and am still not sure if it applies to me.
Growing up, I lived in a black religious household and have had trauma with adult male figures in my life. On a sexuality level, I've always identified myself as a straight girl who loves tits. I've never labelled myself as bi, and outside of the glorious Mana-sama, I've never really had a crush on real men (just cartoon/anime ones).
So first it was "I prefer feminine men" then it was "I prefer passable crossdressers" then it was "straight that likes boobs" then it was "well, I don't mind going down on girls, but I do want the peen" and now it's "Oh shit, I can't help but stare at my female classmates/chapstick fems are freaking hot."
Thing is, I'm wondering if it's just sex related and should see myself to horny jail or I actually want a relationship with women. Either option scares me and fills me with guilt. I've never really dated before in my life (though 2 guys did ask me out. One I did a date out of pity and the other I was very reluctant to do and was nervous the entire date. Even hugging him after felt weird. Me and him are still good friends).
Please guide the way, sisters!
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2020.10.17 21:42 redditor38757 Women of reddit, would you be okay dating a bisexual guy that crossdresses at home sometimes because it makes him feel at peace with things for some reason?

I’m starting to really get into this. Started buying some dresses early this year to try it out. Now I got some makeup and other stuff. Next weekend I’m planning on going the whole weekend dressed as a woman. I’m really enjoying it. It’s hard to explain. But I’m attracted to women mostly though I am bi. I have a female friend that I talk to a lot and would love it if it worked out with us getting in a relationship some day. She’s not available right now, it’s complicated. Anyway, I’m hesitating telling her about this. I showed my last fwb a pic of me with a dress on at one point and that actually led to her cutting off the sex. She said that destroyed every bit of attraction she had for me. Not sure what I want to do :/
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2020.10.17 19:18 jade27272 Am I Overthinking or Trans In Denial?🖤

Am I Overthinking or Trans in Denial?
So to the outside world, I am a pretty masculine 22 year old who exercises, eats healthy, and I have shaved head (receding hairline at 18– don’t want to talk about it). But on the inside, I am really confused. I grew up in the Deep South with conservative parents. Ever since I was a little kid I have been crossdressing in secret. It first started out with skirts, then blouses and dresses. Over the years I’ve bought my own really cute clothes, fun lingerie, then purged. I try to bury these feelings, only for them to come up again. They caught me a few times when I was young, scolded me, but don’t know the extent of these emotions/feelings.
Recently, I’ve been traveling and these feelings have exploded all over again after I thought I put them to bed. No matter what happens, these feelings to crossdress and dress and appear as a woman are back. I see a beautiful girl, and I get jealous. I wish I had their hair, makeup skills, or their cute wardrobe. I’m a really sexual person, and I’ve dated girls in the past and recently explored it with guys. A couple times I’ve dressed up and not, and sometimes I’ve felt bad or other times really enjoyed.
I really love the makeup, lingerie, cute clothes and freedom I feel when going out in public as a woman. One of my ex girlfriends helped me dress up and pick out outfits and go out with me. I’ve had some really amazing friends who are girls who have helped me with makeup and let me borrow their clothes.
As far as surgeries would go, I think I would love to get boobs and a more feminine figure, but idk if I want to go down under either.
When I talk with some close friends. in a perfect world I see myself as a beautiful brunette with a great body amazing makeup and a killer wardrobe.
I don’t know where I am in my life going with this, and I would appreciate any comments or messages of support. Thanks and much love 🖤🖤🖤🖤
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2020.10.17 19:15 jade27272 Am I Overthinking or Trans In Denial?🖤

Am I Overthinking or Trans in Denial?
So to the outside world, I am a pretty masculine 22 year old who exercises, eats healthy, and I have shaved head (receding hairline at 18– don’t want to talk about it). But on the inside, I am really confused. I grew up in the Deep South with conservative parents. Ever since I was a little kid I have been crossdressing in secret. It first started out with skirts, then blouses and dresses. Over the years I’ve bought my own really cute clothes, fun lingerie, then purged. I try to bury these feelings, only for them to come up again. They caught me a few times when I was young, scolded me, but don’t know the extent of these emotions/feelings.
Recently, I’ve been traveling and these feelings have exploded all over again after I thought I put them to bed. No matter what happens, these feelings to crossdress and dress and appear as a woman are back. I see a beautiful girl, and I get jealous. I wish I had their hair, makeup skills, or their cute wardrobe. I’m a really sexual person, and I’ve dated girls in the past and recently explored it with guys. A couple times I’ve dressed up and not, and sometimes I’ve felt bad or other times really enjoyed.
I really love the makeup, lingerie, cute clothes and freedom I feel when going out in public as a woman. One of my ex girlfriends helped me dress up and pick out outfits and go out with me. I’ve had some really amazing friends who are girls who have helped me with makeup and let me borrow their clothes.
As far as surgeries would go, I think I would love to get boobs and a more feminine figure, but idk if I want to go down under either.
When I talk with some close friends. in a perfect world I see myself as a beautiful brunette with a great body amazing makeup and a killer wardrobe.
I don’t know where I am in my life going with this, and I would appreciate any comments or messages of support. Thanks and much love 🖤🖤🖤🖤
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2020.10.17 19:06 jade27272 Am I Overthinking or Trans in Denial?🖤

Am I Overthinking or Trans in Denial?
So to the outside world, I am a pretty masculine 22 year old who exercises, eats healthy, and I have shaved head (receding hairline at 18– don’t want to talk about it). But on the inside, I am really confused. I grew up in the Deep South with conservative parents. Ever since I was a little kid I have been crossdressing in secret. It first started out with skirts, then blouses and dresses. Over the years I’ve bought my own really cute clothes, fun lingerie, then purged. I try to bury these feelings, only for them to come up again. They caught me a few times when I was young, scolded me, but don’t know the extent of these emotions/feelings.
Recently, I’ve been traveling and these feelings have exploded all over again after I thought I put them to bed. No matter what happens, these feelings to crossdress and dress and appear as a woman are back. I see a beautiful girl, and I get jealous. I wish I had their hair, makeup skills, or their cute wardrobe. I’m a really sexual person, and I’ve dated girls in the past and recently explored it with guys. A couple times I’ve dressed up and not, and sometimes I’ve felt bad or other times really enjoyed.
I really love the makeup, lingerie, cute clothes and freedom I feel when going out in public as a woman. One of my ex girlfriends helped me dress up and pick out outfits and go out with me. I’ve had some really amazing friends who are girls who have helped me with makeup and let me borrow their clothes.
As far as surgeries would go, I think I would love to get boobs and a more feminine figure, but idk if I want to go down under either.
When I talk with some close friends. in a perfect world I see myself as a beautiful brunette with a great body amazing makeup and a killer wardrobe.
I don’t know where I am in my life going with this, and I would appreciate any comments or messages of support. Thanks and much love 🖤🖤🖤🖤
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2020.10.17 18:20 jade27272 Am I Overthinking or Trans in Denial?

So to the outside world, I am a pretty masculine 22 year old who exercises, eats healthy, and I have shaved head (receding hairline at 18– don’t want to talk about it). But on the inside, I am really confused. I grew up in the Deep South with conservative parents. Ever since I was a little kid I have been crossdressing in secret. It first started out with skirts, then blouses and dresses. Over the years I’ve bought my own really cute clothes, fun lingerie, then purged. I try to bury these feelings, only for them to come up again. They caught me a few times when I was young, scolded me, but don’t know the extent of these emotions/feelings.
Recently, I’ve been traveling and these feelings have exploded all over again after I thought I put them to bed. No matter what happens, these feelings to crossdress and dress and appear as a woman are back. I see a beautiful girl, and I get jealous. I wish I had their hair, makeup skills, or their cute wardrobe. I’m a really sexual person, and I’ve dated girls in the past and recently explored it with guys. A couple times I’ve dressed up and not, and sometimes I’ve felt bad or other times really enjoyed.
I really love the makeup, lingerie, cute clothes and freedom I feel when going out in public as a woman. One of my ex girlfriends helped me dress up and pick out outfits and go out with me. I’ve had some really amazing friends who are girls who have helped me with makeup and let me borrow their clothes.
As far as surgeries would go, I think I would love to get boobs and a more feminine figure, but idk if I want to go down under either.
When I talk with some close friends. in a perfect world I see myself as a beautiful brunette with a great body amazing makeup and a killer wardrobe.
I don’t know where I am in my life going with this, and I would appreciate any comments or messages of support. Thanks and much love 🖤🖤🖤🖤
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2020.10.17 18:19 jade27272 Am I Overthinking or Trans in Denial?

So to the outside world, I am a pretty masculine 22 year old who exercises, eats healthy, and I have shaved head (receding hairline at 18– don’t want to talk about it). But on the inside, I am really confused. I grew up in the Deep South with conservative parents. Ever since I was a little kid I have been crossdressing in secret. It first started out with skirts, then blouses and dresses. Over the years I’ve bought my own really cute clothes, fun lingerie, then purged. I try to bury these feelings, only for them to come up again. They caught me a few times when I was young, scolded me, but don’t know the extent of these emotions/feelings.
Recently, I’ve been traveling and these feelings have exploded all over again after I thought I put them to bed. No matter what happens, these feelings to crossdress and dress and appear as a woman are back. I see a beautiful girl, and I get jealous. I wish I had their hair, makeup skills, or their cute wardrobe. I’m a really sexual person, and I’ve dated girls in the past and recently explored it with guys. A couple times I’ve dressed up and not, and sometimes I’ve felt bad or other times really enjoyed.
I really love the makeup, lingerie, cute clothes and freedom I feel when going out in public as a woman. One of my ex girlfriends helped me dress up and pick out outfits and go out with me. I’ve had some really amazing friends who are girls who have helped me with makeup and let me borrow their clothes.
As far as surgeries would go, I think I would love to get boobs and a more feminine figure, but idk if I want to go down under either.
When I talk with some close friends. in a perfect world I see myself as a beautiful brunette with a great body amazing makeup and a killer wardrobe.
I don’t know where I am in my life going with this, and I would appreciate any comments or messages of support. Thanks and much love 🖤🖤🖤🖤
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2020.10.17 09:30 hastepaste Therapist.

I used to have a gender therapist she was really cool and what not due to finnacial situations I am no longer seeing her.
I began to see her when questioning my gender (very stressful, because I still haven't told anyone) I still am questioning but when I ask for guidance on should I transition I felt like she would really want me to transition. We do talk about a lot of different things such as dating, crossdressing, feelings, etc. But nothing ever Uber explicit.
I will not lie she was very pretty but I still about 2 months later dont know yet if I want to come out and what not, not sure how I will want to live. My social life is pretty bad in person.
I felt like a lot of times she wanted to do somethings but maybe that is just me not reading situations correctly, but she would wear very tight clothes and she had pretty wide hips so like you could kind of see a lot. She on multiple occasions would bend over and what not. All around a weird experience.
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2020.10.15 12:48 Snoo_16147 Do female, or gay players, feel uncomfortable with lack of romance for them?

- P1: it was about a story, I don't remember that there were romance, or hints of unusual romance.
- P2: There were explicit romance. But it was still about history. Both Maya and Tatsuya, although they had choices, were still written characters in game about each other. And Jun appeared gay romance in P2+, but it didn't seem strange to me. Jun and Tatsuya have been friends since childhood, so this is more Tatsuya's choice than player's.
- P3: Already included a male character, clearly emphasizing that Maya was an exception. And giving chose romance. Including an adult female. And for some reason, this was considered normal. And there was an implicit homoerotic affair with an exchange student from france, which was a strange stereotype that the Frenchman is gay(bisexual)-effeminate. Which was very similar to repainting of Jun's assets.
When a fMC character suddenly appeared, she suddenly received literally entire share of perversions. She was first girl in series who have romance with other girls, Elizabeth is a creature from world of unconscious, and Aigis robot-girl. So far, nothing strange, same as MMC. Gay women should be happy. But it turned out that the same Yukari or Fuuka is not available for romance at all.
FMC was also given drug addict Shinjiro, 10-year-old boy Ken, cut out of final Junpei (I consider him an ideal candidate for a romance. He's both cute, funny stupid, and brave), given an affair with her shadow child Ryoji, and given an homoerotic romance with Mitsuru. And that's too much variety, given that the male character wasn't given Theo, Elizabeth's replacement and brother. Although FMC is free to choose between two them. It is strange that this eclecticism has not yet added Koromaru...
And only hint of gay romance was during beach event, when students were approached by a woman with a clear desire to sleep with students, and it turned out that this is not a woman...
Yes, and romance themselves in form of permanent harems, where no one knew that the MC was dating others, was very strange. But at the same time in P2, where you had to choose only one.
- Catherine is an implicit spinoff of Personа, and takes place in same universe. And there is already an unpleasant feature that Atlus belives that all gay characters are effeminate, have feminine features, or should look dress like women.
- P4: Makes a male character again, and gives him romance. Yes, not just romance, but a whole harem without obligations. Opens topic of rejection of homosexuality and social stereotypes as Kanji and Naoto and... makes them an implicit gender-bender couple. WUT?! Or explicit fetishized relationship between Chi and Yukiko, where Chi is a fighting brutal knight-girl and Yukiko is her gentle princess. And instead. to show the harmonious development of these relations, they were generally ignored, separating the interaction of Chi from Yukiko.
- And then, hero, creating a harem, goes into the sunset.
-P5: Does the same thing again. Makes a male character, gives him a whole harem of different girls, and a few more adult women. Moreover, this is first game where every female character in romance represents a certain anime fetish. Hickey, princess, teacher, yandere, and so on. It's good that romance with Saya was cut out, it would have been a brain explosion at all. I really liked that there are now consequences when choosing multiple novels. But for some reason, none of heroines refused to meet with guy who will then go back. :/
And characters who may be gay are again presented as insecure about their sexuality, or as sexual effeminate predators who want to sleep with young boys.
When Kasumi appeared, I was sure that this is a female Joker, and everything will be like in P3P, although Kasumi is a clear fake for FMC P3P, I even thought that she might be a canonical FMC from Persona 3, but the story of which is not related to those events and maybe she will be part of the MMC rescue event. But no, it turned out to be a completely unsuccessful copy, which was literally forcibly shoved in. And she became a cheap compliment from all the other characters.

Personally, I am very sorry that Atlus is so disliked to make main characters of women. I also hate that they allow women to have homosexual romance only if they are modest and romantic. And men only with those men who are transsexual or crossdresser, and only in the form of the rarest exceptions.
Also, their references to fact, that such relationships are good only between women, and only temporarily. And all men want only sex and attention, are tiresome.
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2020.10.14 17:14 tjkool666 New to everything and need advice/help

So I'm not sure how to exactly write this, and I apologize if it's long winded or confusing.
I've been struggling for years with my sexuality; I've never really looked like a guy guy (I'm amab); I'm 5'3, large hips, curvy, and all my girlfriends say I look more like a girl than them, which I used to be ashamed of. I like girls and feminine figures, but I'm revolted by vaginas. I'm actually just physically disgusted by seeing them--in porn I like them and want to have one when I see it. I broke up with my last girlfriend cause I was forcing myself to like something I couldn't. I'm much more attracted to male genitalia, obsessed with it even, but I can't see myself topping anyone or actually using my penis.
That's the background; in the past few months, I started crossdressing hardcore. And I mean like hardcore--makeup, stockings, dresses, wigs, et, lipstick, nails etc. And for once I actually loved myself, I felt beautiful, I felt good, I felt happy. Even now I hate being in a guy mode and want to look like that (voice is the biggest thing sadly). I look exactly like a girl--everyone thinks I'm afab, and I have a really naturally curvy frame. I feel like I was born a girl in some and miss assigned. And my height makes me happy now, I know a lot of trans people struggle with height and hips etc but I'm tiny. And now I only want to be seen as a girl.

I kinda hate myself, I feel disgusted with myself, but I also love myself now. I feel ashamed, and that I'm wasting money and time, but I also feel soooo happy. But here's where my dysphoria and depression kicks in.

I don't like toppping. Whenever I'm with people--girls, guys, etc--I'm completely soft. I can never get hard. Idk why. And I absolutely hate getting touched--I like being active and giving head etc and I can't tolerate getting my dick touched, I only like getting my butt played with. So, what do I do? Is this dysphoria? And the internet reinforces it where I see beautiful girls get so much love and attention cause they have a vagina and it makes me want to cry its so unfair sometimes. Like why couldn't I have one? I like guys but they treat me like shit cause I'm not afab. Like they treat me like a sex object when I have 3 degrees and a Master's degree and know four languages. I hate cis women now since they both treat me horribly and have treated me poorly (ex girlfriends) and they're accepted since they have a vagina. Even my best friends treat cis women better than me and I feel terrible.

Those are just my fears and worries, but my questions are what should I do now? Should I take hormones? I'm kinda scared tbh cause what if I regret them? Are they irreversible? Do they mess up your sex drive? I look like a girl right now in all honesty, with breasts curvy figure and hips. Can I get the same results of hormones by working out? And I'm way too scared of bottom surgery to be completely honest. I'm ok with keeping my dick I just never want it touched.

Any resources? And what about dating/partners? Does anyone have success stories of dating guys or finding a partner? I'm 23 btw.
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2020.10.14 14:52 feelingfrisky99 Chasers vs gay & lesbian

Trigger warning
First i'm M2F non-binary, and in my 40s 1yr+ into my transition.
I'm still triggered by the fact that the first time as adult I tried to understand this condition i was labeled a chaser and told NOT to come back to my local support group. There was however some people there who invited me to a crossdresser club. Which was very kind and I went one time.
The way I discovered my condition was through adult fantasies. I'm not going to be crass or pornographic, basically I thought i was a little gay, which is problem with my religion. I didn't know why i was attracted to penises, but not men. I also didn't know what transgender was, nor was I really into trans porn because I was told it was all fake, just men with plastic surgery.
My question was, as a man trying to live a Christ like life, why were those thoughts there? If I hadn't been attracted to transgender women I don't know if I would have found out what this means. I didn't get dysphoria about my gender then. Or if I did I didn't know that's what it was.
I went to the group dressed in my normal cisgender clothing, because i didn't want to look or feel stupid. The group leader eyed me up and down, decided I was a chaser and at the end of that meeting told me I wasn't one of them and I wasn't to come back. (While I was in the group I mentioned the thoughts came and went, and I wasn't there looking for a date, just wanted to understand what the thoughts meant.)
I've had several people on Reddit tell me that because I currently find myself attracted to transmen that makes me a disrespectful chaser and how don't I know that's..... hell if I know.
I can tell you honestly for the past 6 months I have felt mostly asexual which im having a really hard time with. But I think I want a boyfriend, but more specifically I'd like a transgender one, preferably that isn't dysphoric about thier vagina if they have one.
That doesn't mean I would reject someone cis or tans if they had a penis. In fact before HRT I was pansexual and kind of like everything (more on the feminine side though). My sexuality was a big part of my personality and I'm looking for anything that might spark it up again. However I'm also looking for real people and a human connection. We don't have to fall in love, but respect, and caring about each other should be there.
When I was rejected from that first group, I wondered if the thoughts in my head were real. The second group was welcoming, but because they were a crossdresser group I thought to keep going i would have to keep crossdressing. Which was a lot of work, stress and I didn't want to have to hide and live a lie. So my support group ended up being my church.
You can imagine what they said. Pray it away and God will help you. That kept me from transitioning for 10 more years. I could be done already instead of starting at 40.
I don't know if I will ever get a transgender boyfriend or not, but I'm not ashamed of wanting one.
Boundaries need to be respected and if your genitals give you dysphoria then your partner needs to respect that. But there's nothing wrong with a gay person wanting a penis or a lesbian wanting a vagina, then there's nothing wrong with wanting a trans person either. Transgender come in different combinations and it's not wrong to want a man with a vagina or a woman with a penis.
Yes people are more than just body parts, but I covered that in this rant already.
I feel like I'm lost. I'm committed to my transition socially and physically, im keeping my bottom intact and once my face and chest are where I want them I intend to stop the blockers. Or maybe stop them off and on, I don't know exactly what I'm doing, but I want full bottom function.
I hate shaming trans attracted people. I'm trans and even though right now everyone who looks at me with tolerance or pitty, I'm hoping one day to make someone feel horny. What's wrong with that?
It's not a fetish (what's wrong with fetishes anyway), it's an orientation, some people are trans attracted and just don't have a healthy place to express it. Being attracted to transgender people should not be a dirty secret.
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2020.10.13 13:32 Charming_Replacement Male with confusing feminine fantasies

Hi all,
I am a 26 year old guy, and I have been having lots of confusing and conflicting sexual thoughts for over 10 years which is making my life really difficult.
I have always been attracted to women, but in my early teens I would have occassional fantasies about men which were always very submissive. These thoughts were minor, and would always subside after I masturbated; after which I would feel guilty.
Things didn't change until my early 20s when I met an older couple online who were looking for a boy who the wife could dress up like a girl with fmakeup and girly clothes to service the husband. I began chatting with them and everything clicked! I realised my occasional gay and submissive fantasies were an outlet for being feminine. I so, so, so, badly wanted to meet with this couple and finally get a chance to express all these crazy feelings that were in my head. When we chatted online my heart would leap and I would literally shake with excitement. But sadly I couldn't overcome my fear and anxiety and I let them go - I stil think about this often, and regret it to this day.
Since then I have chatted with many men online, bought girly clothes only to throw them away, multiple times partly shaved my body hair (which I HATE) only to let it grow back in fear of girls I am dating, or my friends noticing. I've spent hours fantasising, about men, crossdressing, being dominated, sucking a guy or being a bottom for him.
But, at the same time I am a totally straight male. I get turned on by women and sleep with women very often. I approach women in bars and clubs. I've fallen in love with women.
Recently things are coming to a head because I have started working out a lot. My arms, chest, and shoulders have been bulking up. Most times I love it because I like being a masculine male, and I know that being bulkier will help me attract more beautiful women. But a very deep part of me hates these changes because they make me even able to express my feminine desires at some point in the future.
I feel like I am stuck between a rock and a hard place with nowhere to go. What can I do? I will always be physically and emotionally attracted to women, I cannot change this. If I go out and express my gay and feminine fantasies I might (will likely?) truly enjoy it and then never be able to switch off this conflicting part of my mind. I have read online that if I do not express or think about a certain sexual fantasy for long enough it will dissapear, is this possible? It would be a shame to live my life without giving myself a chance to truly try things even if just once :'(
I guess the only scenario would be to somehow meet a woman so totally kind and understanding that they would encourage me to somehow exist as two people inside the same relationship, but even then my own fear and guilt would probably never allow that to happen.
Thank you, apologies for the long post <3
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