Monogamy and Fidelity

My dear online friend and delightful fellow blogger, MrMary, has quite the intriguing post up at his place today. I highly recommend checking it out;

Some Sexual Introspection

So I’ve been considering a point that came up in my last post, coupled with a response to something I said on M3’s blog. Here’s the comment from last time that got my mind turning;

Responding To Search Terms

Earlier today I was going through the stats of my blog and decided to run a report for the search terms that led people here the past 30 days. A lot of them were fairly typical, but some were just so interesting that I had to show them off. Here’s the best ones;

Wait…What?

Very quick post here, everyone. Almost more of an impromptu “survey” really.

So, over on AVfM there’s a new article up about why men give away sex all the time, even to women who don’t do very much to show they can actually bring anything besides their looks to the table.

Gender Dysphoria And Sex

As most of my readers know, I have gender dysphoria. This means that while I’m definitely a woman in the physical sense I think of myself as a man for all intents and purposes…or at least until someone makes a comment that forces me to acknowledge the sex of my body. Given this information it does not come as a surprise to me that a number of commenters/private emailers ask for clarification about how I function in my sexual life. Hopefully this post will help to answer the two most asked questions;

What Is Sex?

Sex is many things.

A twisting, turning creature that can be satisfied temporarily but never permanently. It always hungers for more, even immediately after being sated. It is demanding, even selfish…and yet we find ourselves unable to deny it.

Sex is sacred.

An Androgynous Woman

Much to my family’s chagrin, I don’t make a very good woman. When I say I think of myself as being androgynous, I mean it literally…as in, I consider my body to be female and my mind male. Why do I think this way? Well…

To start with, let me just say I know that I am physically female, though I don’t always like it. There are still times I wish I’d been born male. However, I wouldn’t want to have surgery or take hormones to change it, especially since I think having compact genitals is easier than the alternative, and I probably wouldn’t be pleased with the outcome. When I think about it, I understand that I present the immediate image of “Woman” to people I meet. (Believe it or not, I sometimes forget.)