I was at a bisexual meetup group a few weeks ago. Each year they have a brunch get together which offers members and new attendees a forum to get to know each other. These meetups, needless to say, are filled with sexual tension, as everyone there is bisexual and several of the members are also polyamorous.
As the butt sniffing and seducing intentions were being cleverly disguised as get to know you chit chat continued on, a 29 year old Hispanic guy came up to me and said hi.
He interrupted a deeply enjoyable conversation I managed to find with another woman despite being immersed in a tensely sexually filled environment by inserting himself whenever he caught a segment of our conversation that remotely related to him or his past experiences.
I finally gave him a moment of my attention, more so out of morbid curiosity rather than due to attraction of any kind.
Within minutes of talking with him I realized he didn’t have his shit together, but that didn’t bother me as much as the fact that he kept referring to transgender women as “shemales.” He was utterly CLUELESS.
He solidified his clueless membership placard by saying: “You know, I got into shemales years ago when I couldn’t find a real girl to have sex with……so that night I hooked up with a tranny and realized it’s all the same…..you know? Sex is sex…..it’s all the same.”
He then proceeded to stick next to me like white on rice the rest of the night, following me everywhere I went and it got to be really annoying.
So I moved away from “CLUELESS” and continued mingling with others.
Then a gentleman in his late 40s struck up a conversation with me. He seemed quite sweet and everything went along quite pleasantly until the topic of sex was brought up.
“So are you a bottom or a top?” he asked me.
“I’m versatile,” I replied wearily.
“I top with women, but with men, I’m a bottom. I mean, why else would I be with a man if I didn’t bottom for him?”
I rolled my eyes.
“So if you’re with a transgender woman, you’d prefer to bottom for her?” I asked even though I already anticipated his final answer.
He gave the same answer as if he were bottoming for a guy, except he decorated his response to ensure he was considerate towards my feelings and me being transgender.
I appreciated that. That was a sweet gesture on his part, being aware that he indeed as talking with a trans woman and it was a response he didn’t have to partake but did so anyway.
But he was clueless as well.
His MO was “Why else be with a cock unless I’m going to get fucked by one?” And me having a penis was put me in that category of fucker and not fuckee.
And that was sad.
Because he missed the whole point and merely focused on what was between the legs of people. He missed all the facets that make me a woman, and a special one at that.
The genitals dictated his response…..
So although he was sweet, he was also clueless as well……
Sweet but clueless is nice, but not delicious.