I am east, now. Where I used to live. Big city. Just for a little while; a contract. I met a pre-op transexual today, that poked all my right buttons. I always label myself as straight...ish. I used to label myself as bisexual, but truth is, given the choice, I'd rather be with a man. But this guy... I dunno. He poked all the male parts I like: good shoulders, dark hair, pale skin, ten day beard. But then I found out he was a pre-op transexual...and it didn't bother me at all. In fact, it made me more interested. I didn't give him my phone number because...I don't know. I don't want to get involved with anyone right now? That's the excuse I keep using, anyway. I'm going to think about what he looks like naked, though. All night. Yep. . Rosie.
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