The internet is for porn.
Grab yor dick and dubble click FOHR PORN PORN PORN! |
Even in the TG enthusiasts’ little corner of the internet,
it all comes back to porn. No matter the focus on gender transformations, it
almost always eventually comes to revolve around sex of some sort. Though, I
guess, this is a fetish, and fetishes are bred from sex, and the appeal
attached to them are sexual in nature, so I suppose it’s only natural that
would be the focus. As such, I would be the impractical one here, but like fuck
is that going to keep me from complaining.
I’ve been wanting to write an entry about this topic for
some time, because I believe this aspect, which I have come to call Modest
Sexuality (after the great psychosexologist, Modest Mouse), is what
distinguishes me from most other people who share my interests, and who share
my internet haunts. It’s the reason why, no matter how adept I become at
navigating the primal jungles of Fictionmania by fine tuning my searches and
keeping a discriminating eye on story descriptions I still can’t get no
satisfaction I can’t get no satisfaction ‘cause I try and I try and I try and I
try I can’t get no I can’t get no!
Stones mouth: one of the most prevalent symptoms of can’t get no satisfactioning (along with Jagger Hair) |
Seeing how the Olympics are currently in progress in London
(or on the moon, depending on how long I take to finish up this entry and
publish it), I’m going to use that as an example. Now we all know what the
Olympics are for: bringing together the nations of the world in the spirit of
love and unity and squeezing international nubile hotties in perfect shape into
tiny volleyball shorts. Observe the aforementioned example:
For those of you whose attention hasn't drifted, I think just about everybody
can agree that the beach volleyball “uniform”, being just a bikini, is the
single sexiest sport uniform ever. Hell, it’s probably the only reason beach
volleyball exists. The only thing that would make it sexier is if it were even
skimpier! And, of course, the best uniform of all would be complete nekkedness,
of course! In fact, fuck clothes! In a perfect world, every hot female would be
naked at all times. And, of course, this is a universal ideal for all heterosexual
men. If anybody disagrees, raise your hand so I can shoot you lest you impede
our progress toward a bare-boobed world.
I am currently raising my hand, by the way. Maybe I’ll shoot
myself later, once I’m done ranting.
Ever since I saw my first Olympics in 2004 at the age of 13,
I acquired a profound enticement with one of the female uniforms that lasts to
this day. But what? There’s nothing in the Olympics that shows more skin than
the beach volleyball bikinis, and therefore, by definition, nothing could
possibly be sexier!
It was the gymnastics leotards that enamored me. And even,
though it shows some serious leg (and I do love me some gymnast leg), that
wasn’t the only thing to which I paid attention. It was the outfit itself, the
colors, the texture, the way in which it clung to the girls’ contours. Then, it
hit me. In a world where so many people equate nudity to arousal, where
everybody can’t get boobies and vajayjays off their minds: I have a fetish for
femininity.
Unlike my sissy friends, (psych, I don't have any friends) my poison isn’t the hyper pink
excessively frilly kind of stuff (although I do have a thing for sweet Lolita fashion),
but rather, real femininity. The type
of femininity that I’ve observed expressed. That which is common in my everyday
life. And, of course, the female body is incredibly feminine too, and I’d be
lying if I said I had no attraction to it, not to mention sex as a woman must
be a very feminine experience. Honestly, though, with the nigh-exclusive focus
on it, I think it’s a little old.
As for me, the outfit on the left offers me just about no sexual attraction. It's too skimpy, so much so that it's comical.It just looks stupid to me. The one on the right, though, that's something I would actually see. Something a real schoolgirl would wear, and that can get my mind running.
Now don’t get me wrong, I like to indulge myself sometimes.
I’m not above fantasizing about being a harem slave girl or a French maid in a
ridiculous costume forced to serve, but my primary appetite is just being a
normal female. Albeit without the identity death or tainted memories, and while
maintaining the nonconsent factor. The kind of girls I dream about being are
the ones I see in my everyday life.
Boring? To me, even though these archetypes are commonplace,
the actual existence of them unleashes a heavy realism quality onto my
fantasies, not to mention the behind-the-scenes enigmas of femininity, and the
mystery of what it would be like if it was mine. I think what draws me to it
most strongly is external opinion. Not only are you now this girl, but people
now see you as her, the same way you saw girls of the like before. It’s even
better if the transformee once had a condescending attitude towards the girls
whose ranks he’s been forced to join, like airheaded bimbos or teenyboppers.
There’s an amazing scene in The Katy Nightmare where
Tony-now-Katy is being driven towards his new school. On the way, he sees some
schoolgirls walking along the street, and he just about goes crazy when he
realizes he’s now just one of them.
Gooble gobble gooble gobble! |
I really don’t know how to explain this, actually, but here’s
another example…
In a story I’m pretty sure was called Compulsions (which I
can’t seem to find again… did it get deleted?), a man becomes a woman via
punishment from his wife/girlfriend/yadda yadda yadda. As a result of this ‘curse’,
he’s afflicted by certain compulsions to do feminine things like… and every
time he gives in, a supernatural change is wrought over his life, making him
more feminine.
Now, I started getting really into this story after a while
(the age regression aspect may have had something to do with it, although the
failure to notice the transformations detracted from it), as he slowly became a
secretary for the company for which he was once a manager, also becoming
slightly airheaded and bubbly as an added bonus. With this, her moods started
shifting, things like her taste in music becoming typical for the kind of girl
she was changing into. That was amazing. That’s the kind of thing I’m looking
for. Someone who formerly listened to classical or something now being
compelled to listen to the teeny-bopper music synonymous with airheads everywhere?
Or somewhere in between? |
And then… the compulsions kept coming. One magical shift
later, and she was ducking into her boss’s office every now and then to give
him a blowjob or something. Another magical blink and she was the office slut.
More than that, a wanton whore who strips naked without a moment’s hesitation
amidst a crowd of horny men. I know it’s just a fantasy, but nobody fucking
does that. It ruined the story for me.
Okay, okay, I’m aware that I’m in the minority here. This is
a fetish. A sexual fantasy, so there’s nothing wrong with taking it to whatever
extreme you like. You like imagining being a horny, nymphomaniacal superslut
who can’t think about anything other than sex? More power to you. You like fantasizing
about crossdressing in frilly sissy dresses? Have fun. I like detailed representations of all aspects of life as a girl. More
power to me. In fact, all the power to me. Red Ochre desperately wants more of
this.
...I think I love you. Seriously. Just post more! >_>
ReplyDeleteI think you summed up everything I dislike about the TG/TF Art/Story/Game Community. It too often comes back to sex.
ReplyDeletePS: They relaxed the rules on Beach Volleyball uniforms for 2012.
http://www.bakersfieldnow.com/sports/Photos--164778346.html?tab=gallery&c=y&img=68
Although, it didn't stop most teams from wearing bikinis anyway.
Yeah, I heard about that. I used to think the bikinis were just for sex appeal, but I guess the have a practical purpose, too.
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