No, not from the law or even your mother in law (should you have one), but your friends. Yep, I’m talking about all those people in your life that love you and think you’re just the most wonderful thing since sliced bread. Which I’m sure you are. But what if they knew? You know….about those special girls in your life. Those girls that your buddies at that craft beer tap room would snicker about or your friends at the football game say are just guys with boobs. What would those friends think of you, if they knew you liked T-Girls? And to really put a spin on it, what would they think if they knew that you liked Dominant T-Girls? I can see it now…..you’re hanging around the campfire with your buds, tossing back a couple of Buds, and in the process of course sex and women comes up. Next thing you know they’re talking favorite positions and all that Alpha stuff. Then Aerosmith starts belting out ‘Dude Looks Like a Lady’ or maybe the Kinks begin to croon ‘Lola’ on the radio and the conversation takes a subtle turn. Now they’re all talking about how they are grossed out by ‘those types’ and they couldn’t possibly be with someone (maybe it would be stated a little cruder) like that in a million years. This is where you speak up, right? This is where you come to the defense of the those hung damsels in distress.
Hang on there. This isn’t meant to be a guilt trip. This is a confessional. And I’m afraid to say that if this situation was a test then I failed miserably. When it was my chance to speak up and defend the maligned woman all I did was take another sip of my beer and smile. No knight in shining armor here. My friends aren’t mean and I’m sure they all thought they were amongst kindred spirits, but like all the world they laugh and jeer at what they don’t understand. I like my friends and family. Heck, love them is more appropriate and because of that I don’t want to loose them. Even as flawed as they are, they’re still important to me. Here’s a bigger dilemma, what would my daughters think? I’m the big strong dad that fixes things and loves their mom in, from all outward appearances, a very normal fashion.
I know they all should love me for myself and I think they can do it, but I don’t really want to put them to the test. What if they, like me, fail and I loose the most important things in my life? I can understand why coming out is such a terrifying proposition and all I’ve got is a fetish.
So, if you’ve come out of hiding or defended the third sex share you story, both successes and failures. Hopefully it will help me be stronger.