A personal choice

I am initially attracted to black men because they do have beautiful warm soft silky exciting black skin, almost electric and magnetic to me. They also have gorgeous dark eyes and muscular bodies. They are SEXY. Always, always have been to me.

A black man is a man and therefore the total package is what needs to be looked at. He is more than his ‘equipment’.

Many factors come into play in attraction to someone like attitude, wit, how he communicates, height, intelligence, composure, caring, understanding … many things. I could go on.

Attraction is a choice we exercise in life. We can be looking for a friend and companion or merely a sexual interlude. That too is a choice.

I hope we begin as friends. Mutual respect for each other. Mutual understanding of each other. And move on from there to something more. Maybe love will grow.

Black men, some not all, make the switch go off inside me that draws me to them.

I am attracted to black men not just for a sexual relationship, though that is on my mind. But I enjoy knowing people, all kinds of people.

That helps make life interesting.

I am attracted … why not.

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Yes I am a transwoman. A woman.

A transwoman is someone who is assigned male genitalia at birth and feels that this is not an accurate as they identify as female and strive to fit a female gender role.

I am “virtually out” (VO) on the web, while only somewhat out in my ‘real’ world. I do have an overwhelming desire to be female, always have, and fulfill my life as a woman.

I am not the type of ‘STAR’ the Porn Industry has created but more of a down-to-earth girl next door type.

And it has noting to do with my sexuality. That is a completely different subject.

Sometimes, seeing the news and even rarely online and locally, being a transexual/transwoman can be hurtful and sad and even scary because of some prejudices and hate by some.

We have a need like all human beings to be loved and needed as ourselves, that’s all.

I feel natural in a woman’s traditional role and clothes. I am happy and content with myself as I am and where I am right now in life.

Being a transsexual/transwoman is about so much more than an operation … it is about a state of mind.

One heart. One mind. One soul. Female!

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What I find attractive in a man

W ell, lets begin at the beginning.

When I see or met a man for the first time I find his eyes attractive. Yes they are really the window to his soul. A very close second is his butt, and they can be attractive yes. I also like tall men, say 6′ or 6’3″ is even better.

More things that drawn me in are his intelligence, his personality and his humor. He should be caring, honest and understanding. He has good principles and morals. He knows how to treat a lady and has manners. They are important.

That he is well groomed and well mannered are pluses. He has a personality and self-respect. Being confident, not over bearing or obnoxious or aloof, and charming.  A positive attitude.  All are definite pluses.

I tend to like men with shorter hair or bald. Being muscular is not all that important, six pack abs are nice to look at but only superficial, but he must be physically fit and healthy. He will look me in the eye and talk to me, not at me.

I also look at his ring finger. If he is married I stay away and scratch him from my list … all other things letting him even make the list.

That’s a start on getting my attention and maybe even holding it.

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I adore being a woman, I really do.

I t isn’t easy. Then nothing worthwhile is ever easy.

There are drawbacks. Like we are expected to be hairless, thin and maintaining a good look always. You know … primp, curl, pluck, paint, shave legs, contour and the like. Oh and I must not forget the monthly visit of Aunt Flow and all the accompanying relatives.

Least I forget.

Yes, one drawback.

But there are some joys like wearing uncomfortable shoes. Soft, smooth silky legs. Well for me any way.

It’s almost like being a super hero cause we juggle so many things. Like children, a spouse and a career and many many more things thrown at us in everyday life.

Also for me the fact that women create and nurture life within their wondrous bodies. This would be my all time thrill if only I could.

An important thing we must do is give ourselves a breast exam. It’s scary and a struggle … many have come through great and others we mourn. (Remember please take care of yourself Ladies. Go here http://www.thebreastcancersite.com/clickToGive/home.faces?siteId=2&link=ctg_bcs_home_from_bcs_thankyou_sitenav and Click … often)

Being a woman isn’t easy. We wear many hats and have a lot to do. We don’t get many medals for what we do wither. However a flower or a kind word can go a long way.

Being a woman is about sacrifice and devotion, caring and nurturing, talented and smart. We are intelligent and despite the discrimination we overcome obstacles and empower ourselves in good ways.

Hey, lets face it … we’re all babes!!!

Where ever we are and whatever we are doing.

Women are the amazing creatures. They can be strong willed, strong mentally, physically and can do almost anything they put our mind to. And you must remember that sometimes, we are not looking for a fix, just someone to listen and give us a hug.

I adore being a woman, it makes me … well me!

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