As I crossdresser, I’ve come to a rather startling realization; men are pigs! Yes, I said it. Men are nothing more than deviants in search of some fancy to sate their sexual appetites. I know it’s probably a shock to all women out there, but I had to speak the truth.
Okay, to be completely honest with you, I like the attention. Maybe it’s better so say that I like some attention. It all started with Whisper, the app where you can anonymously confess your secrets. I posted this a while back, and my inbox was flooded with horn dogs asking me for pictures. I talked with a few, and I let them know that I was a crossdresser. I didn’t want to lead any of them on. None were jerks about it, and a few were into it.
It was nice to feel wanted, even if it was through an anonymous venue. I doubt any would flirt with me were they to see me in real life. Then again, maybe they would, the freaks. Would I be okay with it? Would it repulse me or turn me on?
What surprised me is that a few did excite me. A few men made me wish I could be with them, intimately and sexually. I wanted to be desired. I wanted to be used. I needed a man to make me glory in a womanhood I’ve longed for since I was just a teen, when I started realizing that I was different. To tell the truth, it scared me to find just how far I could go with the right man urging me forward.