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trans mansplaining I fucked a trans woman about a month ago, and it was a very hot, sexy bit of fun. We both had a fantastic time, and I had every intention of returning to the scene of the crime for a repeat performance, when our schedules allowed. We were staying in touch, sharing the occasional message or update, and doing our best to at least keep the fire simmering. Most of the stuff we were talking about was banal, I’ll admit, but at some point we began talking about edging, and the build up of sperm. I was being tasked with producing large loads for her, so spending a few days masturbating without having an orgasm was going to aid in that. I was of the opinion that only so much builds up before the body has no choice but to begin absorbing it though, and found my new fuckbud was of a contrary opinion. It wasn’t something I was invested in defending, nor did I truly care if I was even correct, so I did not engage in a lengthy conversation on the subject, let alone allow it to devolve into an argument. Simply put; I said we could agree to disagree, and wanted to move on. And that is what happened. You’ll have to forgive me for saying this (or stop reading my blog altogether) but I found it hilarious that I was informed by a biological woman what happens to/in the body of a biological man. The “facts”, as they were given to me, were provided with such certainty that you’d have thought I was actually talking to a guy, not someone who was trying to transition into one. The voice spoke with such knowledge and experience, even though it literally had none, unless it was acquired through books, or online. I shared this experience with a friend of mine and he coined the phrase; trans mansplaining for me. Bless his non-woke, un-p.c. heart. For those who might be curious; I never fucked the trans woman again. She began to take PREP and we were gearing up to begin having all kinds of kinky, unprotected sex together when she randomly asked if I did any drugs. I admitted to smoking marijuana and was told that we’d have to use condoms instead of going bareback, because she was trying to get an important job that did serious drug testing. How my consumption of marijuana was somehow going to jeopardize that, I do not know, and I was left to guess. Did she think there would be enough THC in my sperm to potentially cause her to provide a positive drug test? I politely asked for an explanation but none was given. We haven’t exchanged another word since.  |
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