There are some extremely talented artists out there drawing shemale/futa on male. I think most everyone knows how much I like Anasheya, but today I’d like to put a pitch in for nobody in particular. Uh…wait, that didn’t sound right. I mean I want to tell you about nobody in particular. Hehehe…before I push this into the realm of ‘Who’s on First?’ I’ll stop right there. I love a good sense of humor and NIP has it is in spades. ‘Nobody In Particular’ being the name of the artists would be great fun for me even if I didn’t like his work and thankfully that is not the case.
Check our the two comics in this post. These don’t begin to scratch the surface of his works, but they are two that I like and I thought I’d share them here. I enjoy NIP’s wry sense of humor and I think it really shows up in this first series.
I love the role reversal and how NIP hides it till the last panel. I have my quirks just like everyone and certain situations speak to me more than others, but I can always count on NIP to shoot close to the mark.
Now take this next one. A chance meeting with a pretty futa who is more than open to allowing you to give her a little head? Again, just a great panel. I would encourage you to look up more of the artist’s work. NIP does way more than just futa on male stuff and you never know what you might find to trip your trigger out there.
I like cars and cruise ins. You pull into a big parking lot, find a spot for your car and then go wander amongst all the beautiful machinery. To me they are kinetic artwork. It’s not generally a place to find hot chicks, but there are usually a few wandering around on the arm of their boyfriend, but a shemale? I’d sooner expect a unicorn to come dancing down a row of cars shitting rainbows all over the hoods.
Now don’t get excited thinking that I saw some smoking hot shemale strutting amongst the cars. That didn’t happen. But what I did see, and desperately wish I had a picture of, was this skinny, tattooed chick with short brunette hair step up behind her boyfriend who was bent over a particularly sweet open engine coupe checking out the interior. She put her hips against his ass, then laid along his back and slipped her arms around him and rested her head on his back. That was slightly erotic in it’s own right, but the quirky little mischievous smile she had on her face was what put it over the top.
Admittedly, I see what I want to see sometimes and not what is actually there. The long haired person walking along the road always starts off as a pretty girl before she turns into just some long haired dude. But that smile, along with how quickly he stood up and grabbed her hand….well it sure piqued my interest. She wasn’t a beauty, but she was sexy as hell and that little stunt…well it did make me wonder. Is she a shemale?
Probably not a shemale, I know, but at the least she might be pegging him. And in my world that’s still hot! I kept an eye on them as they continued to wander, hoping that there might be some further evidence to support my wonderings, but unfortunately I can’t report anything else.
I wonder if writing this blog is making me look around and be more aware of the potential for a shemale sighting or it’s just got my imagination working overtime. Either way, I guess it’s still an improvement. LOL!
Yep. I’ve got it. No doubt about it. Damn the luck, it’s probably terminal too. Oh, not that having it will kill me so much as I’ll die with it. Of course my wife is a pretty good shot…I guess it could kill me. What am I talking about? Obsessive Tgirl Disorder. OTD. You might have it too.
I can only go so long then I have to go surfing the web or my own brain for Tgirl fantasies. Not just any Tgirl. You know what I like. The ones who are all about being the big D. Rolling over on top of their guy and filling him with their special type of Tgirl love. Or lust. I’m equal opportunity that way. I can’t stay way from either love or lust.
I see a pretty girl out and about and what do I imagine in my Walter Mitty moments? Her stepping up to me and kissing me. Deep and passionate. In a breathy voice she says, “I don’t know what it is about you, but I’ve got to have you.” She pushes me against the wall and presses her hard-on into my thigh. “Are you man enough to take me?”
I can’t get enough of that stuff. The girl ringing me out at the hardware store, the one selling me a new phone, the one taking my fast food order all have the potential to stoke the fires of an OTD fantasy.
Take the young lady in the above picture for instance. Beautiful. Simply beautiful. I stumbled on her photo as part of a ‘shemale bulge’ image search. As soon as I saw her I was captivated and I’m sure you see why. By the way, that’s a girl you’re looking at, not a Tgirl. I did the research on the picture because I’d like to use if for cover art. She’d make a great Lana, but my point is that everywhere you look there is fodder for your OTD needs. Cause let’s face it, if you’re reading this blog, you’ve got it too.
I guess it’s not too bad having OTD. At least it’s not as obvious on the outside as some of the other disorders out there. I mean, I can keep it all in my head. But if the women around me ever get the ability to read my mind. I’m in deep trouble.
I’m not trying to piss anyone off here, so if I’m missing some point please enlighten me. But what the heck is the deal with Transgender restrooms? Suddenly now transgender people need to have their own because they are a menace to society? I mean WTF?! Where the heck have they been going for the past couple of decades? And since I don’t recall a single story of anything coming of it in the past, why is it such a big deal now?
Both restrooms have stalls so a woman transitioning to a man can go in a stall and none of us guys would be the wiser. I’m assuming (which I admit is bad) that it works the same way in the women’s restroom as well. I guess if a male to female were to stand up and pee in the toilet in the women’s restroom that would be a pretty big red flag, but I’ve never heard of any news reports of that happening.
I guess I don’t understand why it’s suddenly such a big deal. I don’t think transgendered folks should be discriminated against in any way, but isn’t it kind of like calling them out to give them their own restroom? I mean if superheroes had to have their own restroom wouldn’t that screw up the whole secret identity plan?
I hear that in Europe they have restrooms where the sink area is a common room and you go into a small room with a door and toilet to do your business. That makes great sense to me. At least until I’m standing in line with the women waiting to use the restroom. That might suck. Guys aren’t used to waiting in line for the restroom. We’re spoiled.
I guess my point in this rant is that if it has been working for all of these years I think it should be left alone. We don’t need transgender restrooms, we need less nosy people.
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.