My roommate Reuben calls me a voyeur.

He says it so dismissively, like I’m a bad person. 

I prefer to think of myself as a writer. Writers are curious about people. We are natural voyeurs.

I write because I don’t live in the moment.  Perhaps I need therapy.  But when I try to capture the moment with words, somehow it all makes sense. Like, this is what I was meant to do.  Writing gives me a sense of control.  Maybe it will never be quite as good as if I got to be in the moment as it happened, but I won’t ever know.

What is it like to really be in the moment?

I suppose someone would have to write about it for me to know.

This blog has its origins in the town square of the 21st century, Craigslist. I had just started crossdressing and was instantly popular. I got offered money the first time I put an ad out with my picture on the Casual Encounters section. Of course I took the money. But when I tested the waters to see what it would be like to be a “pro” (I placed an ad under the Adult Services section), I got very few bites.

Oh, I know I am not the prettiest girl. And no need to remind me, thank you very much!  I don’t have implants or hormones, and have no plans to do so, either. Unlike most other Tgirls, I am just a crossdresser. Who really enjoys having straight guys blow me and then bending them over and fucking them up the ass.

One day, I wrote an ad describing a particularly vivid experience. It was vivid because the guy lost all inhibitions and started whimpering like a little dog while he kneeled before me. It was vivid because I remember looking at him, the little dog, and thinking to myself, wow, this is what it’s like to lose control and really be in the moment. 

Maybe I should try barking more often.

What happened afterwards is what you see on this blog. People emailed me and called to say how much they liked my ad. I wrote more ads. People started looking forward to reading them. And then one day politicians bullied Craigslist into censoring their Adult Services ads. I could no longer write my little scandalous ads.

And so I started this blog.

I don’t write as much as I should about the HOT, sane, completely NORMAL guys who have come seen me. Guys, if you’re looking through my blog to find an account of me and you and didn’t see it, I’m sorry. Sometimes it’s more interesting to write about when the sex was off kilter. I say stuff that isn’t so nice at times. I don’t do it out of meanness.

I come with my own agendas as a writer.

Thank you for reading.

 Print This Page