Category : Romance and Relationships
Blog 41
I'm Tired Of Squatting-I Want A Sex Change
Sign me up, I think I'm ready for a sex change. I'm finding a lot of my romantic potentials far too sensitive for my taste. Frankly, before the recent revelation that I should perhaps seek a sex change, I was sure I was going to be the "woman" in all my male-female relationships. Not so though. I'm just plain, sick of womanly, overly sensitive men that act like chicks. Man Up for goodness sakes! Stop crying, it ain't that serious! I've joked about it before but I think I've been the "man" in my last few relationships. Sure, it could be me and who I'm attracting but I don't think I'm the real problem. Recently, a good (male) friend of mine told me that he thinks the problem with guys now-him in particular-is that they feel like they're simply not needed. He candidly confesses to me that he doesn't feel that he has anything to offer a woman of today-that she doesn't already have, so he just remains to himself. He admits he's insanely intimidated with today's women. I assured him that today's woman is simply in survival mode because they have no choice! We're doing it all for ourselves not because we want to but because we have to. Now, I could spout off feministic clap-trap all day about not needing a man but I know that's complete and utter horse-crap! Every healthy woman needs a man! And yeah, I suppose I have a few dude traits but not near enough to totally emasculate a man I'm kicking it with! These guys just need to Man Up and grow some balls! I've grown a huge, hairy pair, figuratively speaking-that is. As you know, I've not limited myself to any certain type of man physically, culturally, economically or even chronologically (age-wise)-my dating profile has been very diverse and still, no cigar. You think maybe I have too many masculine qualities to find my IDEAL mate, don't you? It may be true, I fear deep down I'll end up with a tiny little guy in which I'll have to pick out all his clothes and cut his steak into small, bite size pieces. He'll even call me from work to see if I can come up to his job and "handle" the co-workers that are picking on him. Man, I don't want that kind of life but I think I'm destined for it. Funny things is, I'm a little hard and detached on the outside but people who really know me know that I'm a very feminine, loving, domestic, sweet-natured, down-to-earth woman that is hoping some masculine man will ride up on his horse and really see me, through all the thick, calloused skin I've developed through the years (I mean that figuratively too-my skin is very soft-just ask Tahiti). Yep, I'm not counting on that happening, so I think a sex change is the way to go. Truth be told, I love being a woman but I'm sick of pissy public toilet seats, menstrual cramps and biological clocks. I want to pee standing up and make that cool yellow arch while I'm doing it. I want to be able to pee anywhere I am (like behind a building or in a cup in the car). I'm tired of squatting! I'm ready to just start over, in a new body and hope for the best. I guess I probably can't count on being a man anytime soon though, not because I don't want to be one, I just don't think I could pass the psychological part of the test. But that's another blog entry entirely.
Posted : 2007-04-13 08:03:00 AM Created : 2007-04-13 10:26:00 AM Visible to : Public
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