u/Miles_Long_8853

I had the house to myself last weekend, so I invited a guy from Grindr over. Mid-40s, bearded, slim, married and in an open relationship, with a gorgeous salt-and-pepper beard. I was working in the garden while I waited for him, and about ten minutes into repotting some plants, I heard the sound of an engine growing louder and louder. He showed up on a fucking motorcycle, which was even hotter than it sounds. When he pulled up to the house, he took off his helmet, all slick, and smiled at me. I thought: I'm gay.

Anyway, I ate his ass and then fucked him for a while before he had to go back to work. There's a mirror by the bed in my room, and I caught a glimpse of myself while I was fucking him in my leather chest harness. I saw someone I never, ever thought I'd see staring back at me. Ten years ago, I thought sex with men would always feel bad, because I was just going along with whatever was expected of me. I thought my desire for men would always sit like a heavy stone in my chest, never even half-fulfilled except in fantasies.

I feel really proud of myself. I still have a long, long, long way to go in terms of my self-confidence, and I still sometimes struggle to stay in the moment during sex. Sometimes I feel sexually invisible. Bottom dysphoria still makes me cry every now and then. But today, it really dawned on me just how far I've come. And I wanted to share.

Happy fucking, and have a great weekend, everyone.

A little bit about me: I’m a 33 year old gay trans man, an American who relocated to France. I’ve lived many different lives. I was a baker, a rabbinical student, a farm owner, and I even did a stint at a wooden boat-building program. Now I’m starting an apprenticeship in cabinetry, which is the profession I hope to devote myself to. Art and writing are also very important to me. I’ve been writing short stories and poems since I was 15, and I do a lot of ink and charcoal drawings. I love learning new crafts, and I really love hearing about the things other people make. Videogames and anime used to be a big part of my life, and I’ve been rekindling my interest in them. (Ask me about my JoJo figurines!) 

I’m looking for a partner, ideally long-term but open to short-term. I would prefer someone around my age or older. I’m drawn to people who like to have a good, long conversation. As long as it's about something that interests them, the subject doesn't matter. Curiosity about the world is very attractive to me, as is knowing what you want in life (to some extent, at least). A strong sense of humor and an appreciation for the absurd are very important to me. Life is too serious to take too seriously.

When it comes to sex and sexuality, I'm interested in trans and cis men equally, and I don't have a physical type. I'm a very sexual person, and I’m very kinky, so sexual compatibility is important to me. I'm a bit of a daddy, almost exclusively a top, and I like to be in control. However, in the context of a committed relationship, I'm very comfortable with a give and take. A relationship is more than just a sexual dynamic, and I don't expect my partner to exist to fulfill all my sexual desires.

I’m in France, but I’m happy to date long-distance within Europe, as long as we would get to see each other in person with some frequency. I would theoretically be okay relocating somewhere else in Europe for a partner, but I’m in France for the foreseeable future, since I’m just starting a new career path here. I also have family here who I’m very close to, and I wouldn’t want to be too far from them. If you live elsewhere and you think you might actually relocate to France/Europe at some point, that could work, too.

I’ve only ever been in monogamous relationships. Right now, I would be comfortable with either a monogamous relationship or an open relationship where I have one committed partner and we play with others on the side. That could change, but that’s where I’m at right now. I’m very happy to talk about this with anyone who’s interested. To make a long story short: I want a relationship where I'm the locus of my partner's romantic life, and they're the locus of mine. I don't have any moral objects to polyamory, but I don't have the energy or metal capacity to be a good, loving partner to more than one person.

Ultimately, I want to date a guy who’s also my best friend. (Not my best friend to the exclusion of all others! Healthy boundaries are incredibly important, as is having a wider support network than just one’s partner, when possible.) To me, a perfect day sounds like the two of us having breakfast together, half-dressed, then doing our own things separately or side by side, and then coming together later on to chat, snuggle, fuck, vent, and just reconnect and enjoy each other’s company. 

If you made it this far, thanks for reading!

Hi, all. Can anyone recommend a surgeon in France? I have some possibly outdated information I'm combing through right now, but I thought it would good to ask for advice directly. Right now, I'm leaning toward a simple meta without UL but with a v-nectomy and testicular implants, if possible.

Thanks in advance!

I've been thinking a lot about my best friend in college. We'll call him Sam. We were inseparable for three whole years, from my sophomore to my senior year, and those years also coincided with the first three years of my medical transition. By year two, I was in love with him. Then I resigned myself to just being friends, but my feelings never completely went away. The thing is, I can't think about my transition without thinking about him.

When we met, I had just received the letter from my therapist green-lighting me to start testosterone. He was one of three other roommates in my dorm suite of two rooms separated by a communal kitchen and living area. It was co-ed, and there were three of us gay guys and one queer woman. Living like that is what made me think queers just don't do the dishes, but I digress. He was very tall (almost 6"5), very hairy (Greek), with a square jaw and cheekbones that could do some serious damage. He had thick, curly black hair, full lips, and big, dark eyes framed by the longest lashes. And he was also an anxious dweeb who cracked sarcastic jokes a mile a minute and always curled himself up on the couch to make himself as small as possible.

Our first meeting was inauspicious. He misgendered me accidentally, and when I pointed it out, he was so mortified, he shrunk in on himself a little. Even though I was a bitter, defensive little shit back then, I overlooked it and kept choosing to spend all my time with him. Guys, we did *everything* together. We ate every meal together. We watched hours upon hours of bad 80s TV together late at night in our shared room. We went to the one queer club in town together, even though I had to drag him there kicking and screaming. We were catty and snarky together in the student lounge late at night when everyone else had gone to sleep.

I started T. I got more and more masculine. I built myself up, putting on muscle. Our dynamic didn't change, but there were little things, like... When I bullied him into squeezing my shoulder muscle and he turned all red and curled up on the couch, stuttering a little. When we hit the sex shop together, and I coached him into being brave enough to buy the enormous dildo he wanted so he could ream himself whenever I wasn't in the room. Fuck, I wanted to be that toy so badly.

And then there were all the times I comforted him through his panic attacks. His manic depressive episodes. Times when he confessed how he hated being big and tall and hairy. How all he wanted was to be small and soft and taken care of. How he wanted to be the kind of boy he often dated, the boys who liked him for all the traits he disliked about himself, the boys he topped when all he really wanted was to bottom. In a way, it mirrored my own struggle. I was muscular but short and early in my transition. All I wanted was to be a dominant top, when the boys I attracted wanted to feminize me. We were mirror images of each other.

We kept in touch up until a few years ago. The chemistry is still there, even though we've obviously grown apart. We live on different continents, and I don't think he would actually be comfortable dating a trans man. I'm okay with all that. But I like to reminisce about him from time to time, and I wanted to share. Who among us hasn't been in love with a best friend, right?

A little bit about me: I’m a 33 year old gay trans man, an American who relocated to France. I’ve lived many different lives. I was a baker for six years, a rabbinical student for five, then the owner of a tiny farm in central NY, and I even did a stint at a wooden boat-building program. Now I’m starting something I plan to last me the rest of my life, if all goes well: cabinetry. Art and writing are also very important to me. I’ve been writing short stories and poems since I was 15, and I do a lot of ink and charcoal drawings. I love learning new crafts, and I really love hearing about the things other people make. Videogames and anime used to be a big part of my life, and I’ve been rekindling my interest in them. (Ask me about my JoJo figurines.) 

I’m looking for a partner, ideally long-term. I would prefer someone around my age or older. I’m drawn to people who like to chat about anything and everything. Curiosity about the world is very attractive to me, as is knowing what you want in life (to some extent, at least). A concern about others is also very attractive to me, as well as a strong sense of humor. Life is absurd, so we may as well laugh at it!

I'm interested in trans and cis men equally, and I don't have a physical type. I have a very high libido, and physical touch in general is important to me (cuddling, etc). For the sake of compatibility, I'll share that I'm mostly a top, I’m very kinky, and I like to be in control. That being said, in the context of a committed relationship, I'm very comfortable with a give and take, and with exploring beyond my comfort zones. Kink is something I would need in the relationship in some capacity, but I don’t expect my partner to fulfill my every sexual desire.

I’m in France, but I’m happy to date long-distance within Europe, as long as we would get to see each other in person with some frequency. I would theoretically be okay relocating somewhere else in Europe for a partner, but I’m in France for the foreseeable future, since I’m just starting a new career path here. I also have family here who I’m very close to, and I wouldn’t want to be too far from them. If you live elsewhere and you think you might actually relocate to France/Europe at some point, that could work, too.

I’ve only ever been in monogamous relationships, but I’m curious about non-monogamy. Right now, I would be comfortable with either a monogamous relationship or an open relationship where I have one committed partner and we play with others on the side (or together). I want to be the locus of my partner's romantic life, and vice versa. That could change, but that’s where I’m at right now. I’m very happy to talk about this at length with anyone who’s interested. 

Ultimately, I want to date a guy who’s also my best friend. To me, a perfect day sounds like the two of us having breakfast together, half-dressed, then doing our own things separately or side by side, and then coming together later on to chat, snuggle, fuck, vent, and just reconnect and enjoy each other’s company. 

If you made it this far, thanks for reading!

A little bit about me: I’m a 33 year old gay trans man, an American who relocated to France. I’ve lived many different lives. I was a baker, a rabbinical student, a farm owner, and I even did a stint at a wooden boat-building program. Now I’m starting something I plan to last me the rest of my life, if all goes well: cabinetry. Art and writing are also very important to me. I love learning new crafts, and I really love hearing about the things other people make. I'm also into videogames and anime. (Ask me about my JoJo figurines.) 

I’m looking for a partner, either short-term or preferably long-term. I would prefer someone around my age or older. I’m drawn to people who like to chat about anything and everything, and people who are curious about the world around them. A concern about others is also very attractive to me, as well as a strong sense of humor. Life is absurd, so we may as well laugh at it! 

When it comes to sex and sexuality, I’ll just sum myself up in a few sentences for the sake of keeping this a post and not a novel. I love men, both trans and cis, and I don't have a physical type. I’m very kinky, I like to be in control, and while I’m naturally caring and affectionate, I also have a sadistic streak. Kink is something I would need in a committed relationship, but I don’t expect my partner to be a kink-dispenser or to exist to fulfill my every sexual desire. 

I’m in France, but I’m happy to date long-distance within Europe, as long as we would get to see each other in person with some frequency. I would theoretically be okay relocating somewhere else in Europe for a partner, but I’m in France for the foreseeable future, since I’m just starting a new career path here. I also have family here who I’m very close to, and I wouldn’t want to be too far from them. 

I’ve only ever been in monogamous relationships, but I’m curious about non-monogamy. Right now, I would be comfortable with either a monogamous relationship or an open relationship where I have one committed partner and we play with others on the side. That could change, but that’s where I’m at right now. I’m very happy to talk about this at length with anyone who’s interested. 

Ultimately, I want to date a guy who’s also my best friend. (Not my best friend to the exclusion of all others! Healthy boundaries are incredibly important, as is having a wider support network than just one’s partner, when possible.) To me, a perfect day sounds like the two of us having breakfast together, half-dressed, then doing our own things separately or side by side, and then coming together later on to chat, snuggle, fuck, vent, and just reconnect and enjoy each other’s company. 

If you made it this far, thanks for reading!

I just moved in preparation for a new carpentry apprenticeship I'm starting in the fall, and I had to say goodbye to a sweet cis boy I had been hooking up with somewhat regularly. He stopped by last week on his way to a drag show, dressed to the nines in a shimmery body suit and platform boots. We chatted for a while and then he gave me That Look, batting his eyelashes at me. I said something like, "You want something, beautiful?" I know it's corny, but he loved it when I call him 'beautiful.' He grinned and told me he wanted me to fuck him one last time.

Of course, as soon as I got his clothes off and I saw his hole waxed and lubed, I realized this wasn't exactly a spur of the moment decision on his part. Cheeky boy. I got him on his stomach and spent a long, long time eating him out, losing myself in the way he kept whimpering. He barely speaks any English, and hearing him beg in a heavy French accent was so sexy. I always used to tell him we could speak French together, but he insisted on trying to meet me halfway with a little English.

I never even reached for my prosthetic that night. I ended up rolling him onto his back, grabbing his hips, and grinding my t-dick into his hole. He was loose enough that I slipped inside, and I held myself there and just ground into him. I thought it might not be enough for him, but he just kept looking up at me with those big eyes, stroking his cock while I pushed against him. He came after only a few minutes. I was too overstimulated to cum, but it didn't matter. I had gotten inside him; I had tasted him; I had heard him beg. For me, that was already a perfect night. We spent a long time kissing on the bed, and then I licked the cum off his chest. He made a face, which was cute. I bent down and kissed the heart tattoo he had on his sternum, and then I asked him about the dangly earrings he was wearing. He's very stylish.

Afterwards, he realized he was late for the drag show, and he ran around the apartment, putting his clothes back on and reapplying his lip gloss and the shimmery stuff on his cheekbones. I know *nothing* about makeup, so don't judge. We said our goodbyes with a few more kisses, and I watched him run to catch the tram.

This boy will always be very important to me because he made me feel like a king when I was really struggling with some very heavy bottom dysphoria. Whereas most of the other cis guys I had been interacting with treated me being a top as utterly absurd, he had simply accepted it without question.

Wherever you are, I wish you nothing but the best in this life.

And I know it's unhealthy to compare myself to cis guys, but...

I just learned that a toxic cis top in my social circle who loves to stir up drama among the bottoms on his roster just lost two bottoms...to me. To make a long story short, there's this big, burly top in my queer reading group. A handsome guy, and he seemed nice enough. I've been hooking up with two other guys in the reading group, one cis and one trans, and separately they told me that they used to sleep with this other top off and on, but he got way too toxic, and they decided to cancel their dates with him to see me instead.

Let's just say I'm feeling pretty good about myself right now. Guys, it pays to be a caring and considerate top!