Feminine Boys Are Beautiful
Last night I was asked the question what types of guys are you into? In which I replied swiftly, “anyone as long as they’re fem.” In which the person then replied, “you might as well date a girl.”
I just notice a pattern here, every time I write a blog its because someone prompt me to write it. But that’s beside the point.
Why are people always referring to fems as females? I like me a fem. I’ll date females if they have a penis and no chest, know any of those? I’m sick of these stereotypes masculine men can only be tops, fems can only be bottoms. I know masculine bottoms! Ha! I know a lot of those. People get all warped up when I say I like fems. Who gives a shit if I like the effeminate. That makes them just that sexy. Any guy who can strut themselves down the street and get attention then that’s a real diva and HE has a chance with me- according to my playbook.
Feminine boys are beautiful. So power to them all.
Anonymous said,
November 7, 2006 at 11:26 pm
Who Cares!
You like who you like – personally FEMS are not for me, but who cares…
I think we get too caught up into what other people think.
If you like – I love…
Manchild1 said,
November 8, 2006 at 12:56 am
Yo..you like what you like…
I would change that for anybody.
ReggieH said,
November 8, 2006 at 3:22 am
Bravo to you for saying this! So often Femboys get dissed by our community
dancehard said,
November 8, 2006 at 4:02 pm
Very insightful post! I used to be one of those folks who would look at you crazy for declaring your fem attraction, but not anymore. While I still got love for my masculine men, I’ve learned to appreciate the style and attitude of brothas with a “little sugar in the tank”.
I find it very refreshing (and kinda hot) when men can straddle that line between what’s socially considered “masculine” and “feminine” and work that shit out. Another representation of male beauty, if you ask me.
This post reminds me of a post by blogger Derrick Briggs where he gives mad love to masculine bottoms. If you get a chance, go to his site and read his poem “Bottom in a Fitted”. On point!
Very nice blog brotha, keep it up!
The Captain said,
November 8, 2006 at 5:06 pm
This is sickening. Aside of the sexual perference of top or bottom, why would a man want to act, look, smell, or be seen as a soft, girly look-alike?
Omar Ramon said,
November 13, 2006 at 7:50 pm
People are beautiful, personal preference aside once we mature enough individually and as a group to stop assigning value to aperson and just accepting and celebrating them for who they are, life will be so much better.
fuzzy said,
November 13, 2006 at 8:10 pm
Go Head Boy!!!
I’m a masculine brutha. Though I’m not going to get into my sexual role just know that I break the mold
Nathanael said,
February 12, 2007 at 7:07 pm
I know this is a really late comment, and I’m sorry, but I’m a feminine boy, and I like what you said ^^. People shouldn’t really judge others because of their personality, because they might as well suck up to being judged too. It’s that karma thing, “what goes around, comes around.”
JOSHUA said,
June 14, 2007 at 7:25 pm
I am a feminine boy and it really upsets me when straight acting gay or bi guys say , “i don’t do fems”, because to me it seems like they are insecure, or in the closet about being gay.
andrew said,
July 5, 2007 at 8:35 pm
I am a feminine boy, and I know some masculine guys that like fems. Just because a guy is feminine does not mean that he wants to be a girl, nobody can really say what a guy is supposed to be like.
Marcos said,
July 13, 2007 at 4:10 pm
People need to get over the labels! The truth is people are all different and fall in between spectra of gender and sexuality. It doesn’t make anyone less attractive for being himself because he is being true to who he is inside and outside.
It’s really unfair and illogical that people, especially straight men, are so predisposed to apply and moreso LIVE under these labels. Some straight men have slept with other men. But they’re still straight… (?)
What I’m saying is that people are too obsessed with labels, and people that are differently gendered like fem-boys get crap for it. It’s not fair. I wouldn’t exactly call myself a fem. But I’m not masculine at all. My gender falls inbetween. And that should be okay.
Live and let live.
Sister James said,
October 1, 2007 at 8:00 pm
Hey guys…James again.
Yea. I’m probably the biggest fag you’ll ever meet. A sissy ass stereotypical bottom. I can’t detest to _any_ penis going in my asshole, as long as it’s big enough. My penis is so small, I’d never even think of topping. I do like to pretend I’m a little fag boy as the straight acting top is ramming me like I’m a little queenie bitch, with my erect penis barely reaching my bellybutton and me screaming like a stocked pig.
Sometimes I just stay soft and never even touch my penis when I’m getting fucked–I like to assume the woman role completely, and just ignore I have a penis.
femboy17 said,
March 10, 2008 at 11:14 pm
I am 25 yo and I am proud to be a femboy , in fact a friend of mine is currently writing a book bout me ,about my life and how I travelled around the globe to find a place where I can be myself. Growing up in a third world country like the Phil. I feel I have been thorough.I was born in Puerto rico but grew up overseas and now living in NYC with my partner which is a masculine Italian men .
After moving to NY from PR I realized that there are some gay men that don’t like me, they even don’t respect or acknowledge drag queens and what they meant an how they are very important in our community ,with out them we won’t have the freedom and rights we are experiencing right now .
Me being a femboy has nothing to do with wanting to be a girl , I could of if I wanted to but I know I love my dick so much to give it up .I love freedom of expression and I love fashion both men and women’s fashion and I mix and match them and I know I feel good about myself and that’s what counts .
I have met masculine guys that can’t even get their dicks up if there is no dick up their ass and some of them talks and laugh like little girls which is a total turn off
Any men that have an issue about their feminine side means they have a problem within themselves and the ones that are too arrogant about them looking masculine and got so much attitude about it is a sign of another form of ignorance .
As as community ,we should all respect one another and most importantly accept one another because if we don’t then how the hell do we expect for the heterosexual world to accept us ,if our own community doesn’t even have unity ???
be yourself it is the most amazing feeling but at the same time sccept others for who the are too
Love, Light and Happiness always,
femboy17
janetzboy said,
May 6, 2008 at 11:08 pm
Speaking as a one of the femboys, I have so much love to give to a man and because I am not BUTCH ( I hate that word) most men will not even give a second glance. A full out tranny has an easier time pulling a man than I do. I am comfortable in my skin and with how I look. There has to be some way we can be reconized! We are here, and we love just as hard and just as deep.
toddyenglish said,
June 3, 2008 at 11:17 pm
I love this article.
Myself, I’m not exactly fem. But I’m not super masculine either. I am somewhere in the middle, and that is super duper fine by me.
I for one hate the anti-fem discrimination that goes on in the gay community, particularly the black gay community. The feminine brothas are demonized and ridiculed and it is hardly fair.
We are always caught up in this quest to achieve this MACHO image; when in fact we are ignoring what makes us truly beautiful as gay men. I love the way some fems straddle the fence between male and female (i.e. androgyny). It just shows that human sexuality is much more complex than we say it is.
I dated a fem guy before and he was the bomb to me! Uhm, my ex-boy flailed his hands and swished his hips, and he could throw down in the kitchen…He cooked good food and even traded outfits with me. lol. We broke up but I still have love for him. I like that fem guys are in touch with their feminine side while still being beautiful men.
So, even though the highly fem types (like Alex on Noah’s arc)aren’t my speed…I would go with someone with a glide in his stride and a pep in his step…And with lip gloss and earrings…LOL. *snap*
sir arthur thompson said,
July 8, 2008 at 8:44 pm
to be completely honest i love feminine girly rican boys!! i think they are so cute and they have a different side of themselfs.Right now im seeing someone who is like a wifey type to me seriously.His name is chucky and we been seeing each other for about week ahalf. i like the fact dat not only he is feminine but he is rican. i accept him for who he is not for just the feminine side of him. i enjoy his company dearly alot i wouldnt know what do with myself if he wasnt part of my life. we taking things slow and still getting to know each other better before becoming bf/bf. i just hope dat he understands the way i feel for him i dont feel towards anybody else.
Dherek said,
October 28, 2008 at 6:34 pm
haha, My friend called me a fem-chaser the other day. I don’t know what it is but I love me a fem boy. I’m with you on that female with a penis and no chest thing. Its good to know i’m not alone on this one.
monte said,
October 31, 2008 at 3:55 am
im what our community refers too as “femme” ..its so annoying to me people talking about what they dont understand, if i had a choice to act masc or fem obviously i would choose masc, it would be easier for me both ways. Guys tell me “of course you have a choice of being masc or “femme”, you just do it” but to tell you the truth if i tried too be “hard” or “masc” .. it just wouldn’t work, plus who wants to see a bunch of “femme” bottoms walking around trying to act hard lmao
Paballo said,
May 31, 2009 at 4:19 pm
I live in Africa (I’m a white American) and I get approached by men all the time because they think I am a woman. I have a plump ass and big thighs and soft face. “U motle joalo ka ausi” – you are beautiful like girl – I get that a lot. People who witness this, ask me if I am offended. Why would I be? They think I am beautiful, it’s a compliment.
The point is, the fem / butch conversation is wrapped up in gender, like it is bad to be like a woman. Imagine that sexuality and gender expression (fem / butch) are not boxes to cram people in, but more of two separate non-intersecting lines stretching in two directions: one direction is heterosexuality and the opposite is homosexuality with the middle being bisexuality. With the other gender expression line, one side is masculine and the other is feminine.
Take myself, for example, I could fall somewhere in the middle of masc and fem but I am way over on the homosexual part of the line. I used to be really fem but have moved closer to the middle (if you want to know why, email me and we can talk).
There is more freedom in a line, a line that stretches beyond what we know. We can walk up and down and settle where we want, where we feel like we belong, stretch out our legs and arms and minds and raise a toast to the dark and say “here I am…for now.”
edward said,
June 5, 2009 at 12:57 am
i live in oklahoma city, ” Home of the Most Generic queers you’ll Ever meet “. In late 2006 i found the most beautiful cross dressing boy on myspace . I was automatically spellbound by him and how beautiful he was. I am a completely gay , butch guy. Prior to meeting him i was into very thin twink types, preferably with an indie rock edge; then i found J.T. ( the fem, mentioned above). he embodied all the physical qualities i wanted in a bf, but he was very beautiful girl, and just as beautiful dressed as a boy. he had no intention of getting breast implants or becoming post op. he simply was more beautiful than anyone i knows, girlfriend and had the body of a female supermodel…. maybe a little shorter and of course, no boobies.
I am a sorta butch type that is often told “wow, i didn’t even know you were gay” which i guess, coming from a straight guy, is supposed to be some sorta compliment, or something. I find it to be offensive, but straight guys around here are poorly educated in regards to being P.C. when talking to and approaching gay men.
After a lot of flirting over myspace, i decided i had to have him. i was actually in a very long term relationship at the time that was very on-again-off-again; not healthy by any means. But i just had to meet this boy JT. he turned out to be the love of my life… almost instantly.
Most people never even knew he was a male at first . straight men would stare him down like prey, and i would mean mug, and buzz em off like a good bf should. i knew he liked the attention and the fact that i would protect him at any cost, hopefully fufilled him in some manner.
our sex life was a thing of beauty. our bodies contoured the others as if we were oceanic waves coming in toward tide. contorting at perfect intervals and twisting and turning one another into positions never before seen; until the release; climax’s’ so intense the room would spin; oftentimes as simultaneous as humanly possible.
For the first 6 months we were together I was ( of course ) default top, until one night things changed in a way that i will never forget. it was as natural and not at all awkward as can be. As if we were thinking the same thoughts at the same time. we somehow found ourselves with my legs wrapped around him as i lay on my back. i could feel his dick twitching and hardening as it poked around my boyhole. there was a little hesitation on his behalf, but i reached for his smoothly shaven cock, stroked it and pulled him towards me. the beauty continued, uninterrupted; the same as it always had but this time; it was to be more fair and equal. slowly he slid himself inside me and just as when the tables were turned, there couldn’t be another word to describe the scene. it was just right and nothing short of live art. I watched his beautiful face as he explored his options as to what he could do with my slightly larger body, and then he really began to get into it . i watched his sexy torso bend in a slithering erotic motion. and then….. his petite body began to shake as i held his pelvis and ass with my right hand and and jerked my dick off with my left and had an orgasm that came from the core of my entire being. I shot a load that covered both of our chests.
Now, i had been done in the butt before, but nothing to that extent ever, EVER caused such mutual ecstasy. He fell into me and whispered, ” i have never done that with anyone before.” I felt like some sort of goddess after he said this to me. which for me , isnt something i had ever considered referring to myself as
After that there were so many more lines to be crossed, and we did indeed explore them all. he even carved his name into my left thigh. we had a mutual affection for blood….among a gamut of other things sexual and non.
so , that whole little tale was just to let anyone reading, how perfectly my femboy lover and i fit together so well. there was so much more to our relationship than sex. but unfortunately our love story after being together for only a little over a year becomes a tragedy. On Dec. 12, my love J.T. Loch committed suicide. I was the only one he wrote a letter to and it was, and still is, the sweetest thing anyone has ever put on paper for me.
Anyone who knew him well, knew that he was a very suicidal individual, so i knew the day would come. A week prior to his death, we were lying in bed and a rush of the heaviest sadness filled my body and soul; i picked him up ,layed him on top of my body and began weeping, holding him as tight as i possibly could, pleading with him to take me with him if he was really going to kill himself. because a part of me has always been a death seeker as well. i think that was our biggest downfall. we had also been experimenting with heroin use, and at the time i was the only one working, so i had to support both habits. My habit outweighed his because i already had a very high opiate dependency. i did everything in my power to keep his tolerance and usage to a minimum but it was to no avail. i couldn’t deny him of anything. In hindsight i was selfish and put my addiction ahead of his well-being towards the end. i feel an unshakable amount of guilt for that
there is no way anything can prepare you for that voice on the other end of the line. I was leaving work, on my way to come see him and rescue him from his parents house, who seemed to think their son was some kind of genetic flaw…. but he
wasn’t ; he was a human being so far evolved, and poorly placed in a state of jackasses and rednecks: Oklafuckinghoma! people here looked at him as some sort of novelty fag. like, “oh, haha, isnt halloween over?” and “why do you dress like a girl?” and ” speak up, like a MAN”etc. ,etc. were just a few of the things that i actually heard people say to him just within the year that we were together. i can only imagine the kind of shit he had to put up with in high school?
Just an f.y.i.
{ the guy that told him to speak up “like a man” had opened the passenger side door to my car and was asking him for something, or was trying to hit on him and then realized he wasn’t a “chick” while i was inside a convenience store. i came out of the store and heard only those words( “speak up, like a man” ) puled a knife and made him apologize…. i then made it a point to almost run over him as we drove out of the parking lot.}
I do not condone, violence but i do condone allowing my beautful love to have felt free and protected during his time here on this earth.
i live in oklahoma city, ” Home of the Most Generic queers you’ll Ever meet “. In late 2006 i found the most beautiful cross dressing boy on myspace . I was automatically spellbound by him and how beautiful he was. I am a completely gay , butch guy. Prior to meeting him i was into very thin twink types, preferably with an indie rock edge; then i found J.T. ( the fem, mentioned above). he embodied all the physical qualities i wanted in a bf, but he was very beautiful girl, and just as beautiful dressed as a boy. he had no intention of getting breast implants or becoming post op. he simply was more beautiful than anyone i knows, girlfriend and had the body of a female supermodel…. maybe a little shorter and of course, no boobies.
I am a sorta butch type that is often told “wow, i didn’t even know you were gay” which i guess, coming from a straight guy, is supposed to be some sorta compliment, or something. I find it to be offensive, but straight guys around here are poorly educated in regards to being P.C. when talking to and approaching gay men.
After a lot of flirting over myspace, i decided i had to have him. i was actually in a very long term relationship at the time that was very on-again-off-again; not healthy by any means. But i just had to meet this boy JT. he turned out to be the love of my life… almost instantly.
Most people never even knew he was a male at first . straight men would stare him down like prey, and i would mean mug, and buzz em off like a good bf should. i knew he liked the attention and the fact that i would protect him at any cost, hopefully fufilled him in some manner.
our sex life was a thing of beauty. our bodies contoured the others as if we were oceanic waves coming in toward tide. contorting at perfect intervals and twisting and turning one another into positions never before seen; until the release; climax’s’ so intense the room would spin; oftentimes as simultaneous as humanly possible.
For the first 6 months we were together I was ( of course ) default top, until one night things changed in a way that i will never forget. it was as natural and not at all awkward as can be. As if we were thinking the same thoughts at the same time. we somehow found ourselves with my legs wrapped around him as i lay on my back. i could feel his dick twitching and hardening as it poked around my boyhole. there was a little hesitation on his behalf, but i reached for his smoothly shaven cock, stroked it and pulled him towards me. the beauty continued, uninterrupted; the same as it always had but this time; it was to be more fair and equal. slowly he slid himself inside me and just as when the tables were turned, there couldn’t be another word to describe the scene. it was just right and nothing short of live art. I watched his beautiful face as he explored his options as to what he could do with my slightly larger body, and then he really began to get into it . i watched his sexy torso bend in a slithering erotic motion. and then….. his petite body began to shake as i held his pelvis and ass with my right hand and and jerked my dick off with my left and had an orgasm that came from the core of my entire being. I shot a load that covered both of our chests.
Now, i had been done in the butt before, but nothing to that extent ever, EVER caused such mutual ecstasy. He fell into me and whispered, ” i have never done that with anyone before.” I felt like some sort of goddess after he said this to me. which for me , isnt something i had ever considered referring to myself as
After that there were so many more lines to be crossed, and we did indeed explore them all. he even carved his name into my left thigh. we had a mutual affection for blood….among a gamut of other things sexual and non.
so , that whole little tale was just to let anyone reading, how perfectly my femboy lover and i fit together so well. there was so much more to our relationship than sex. but unfortunately our love story after being together for only a little over a year becomes a tragedy. On Dec. 12, my love J.T. Loch committed suicide. I was the only one he wrote a letter to and it was, and still is, the sweetest thing anyone has ever put on paper for me.
Anyone who knew him well, knew that he was a very suicidal individual, so i knew the day would come. A week prior to his death, we were lying in bed and a rush of the heaviest sadness filled my body and soul; i picked him up ,layed him on top of my body and began weeping, holding him as tight as i possibly could, pleading with him to take me with him if he was really going to kill himself. because a part of me has always been a death seeker as well. i think that was our biggest downfall. we had also been experimenting with heroin use, and at the time i was the only one working, so i had to support both habits. My habit outweighed his because i already had a very high opiate dependency. i did everything in my power to keep his tolerance and usage to a minimum but it was to no avail. i couldn’t deny him of anything. In hindsight i was selfish and put my addiction ahead of his well-being towards the end. i feel an unshakable amount of guilt for that
there is no way anything can prepare you for that voice on the other end of the line. I was leaving work, on my way to come see him and rescue him from his parents house, who seemed to think their son was some kind of genetic flaw…. but he
wasn’t ; he was a human being so far evolved, and poorly placed in a state of jackasses and rednecks: Oklafuckinghoma! people here looked at him as some sort of novelty fag. like, “oh, haha, isnt halloween over?” and “why do you dress like a girl?” and ” speak up, like a MAN”etc. ,etc. were just a few of the things that i actually heard people say to him just within the year that we were together. i can only imagine the kind of shit he had to put up with in high school?
Just an f.y.i.
{ the guy that told him to speak up “like a man” had opened the passenger side door to my car and was asking him for something, or was trying to hit on him and then realized he wasn’t a “chick” while i was inside a convenience store. i came out of the store and heard only those words( “speak up, like a man” ) puled a knife and made him apologize…. i then made it a point to almost run over him as we drove out of the parking lot.}
I do not condone, violence but i do condone allowing my beautful love to have felt free and protected during his time here on this earth.
i love you still baby… i wanna see you in my dreams
edward said,
June 5, 2009 at 1:00 am
i live in oklahoma city, ” Home of the Most Generic queers you’ll Ever meet “. In late 2006 i found the most beautiful cross dressing boy on myspace . I was automatically spellbound by him and how beautiful he was. I am a completely gay , butch guy. Prior to meeting him i was into very thin twink types, preferably with an indie rock edge; then i found J.T. ( the fem, mentioned above). he embodied all the physical qualities i wanted in a bf, but he was very beautiful girl, and just as beautiful dressed as a boy. he had no intention of getting breast implants or becoming post op. he simply was more beautiful than anyone i knows, girlfriend and had the body of a female supermodel…. maybe a little shorter and of course, no boobies.
I am a sorta butch type that is often told “wow, i didn’t even know you were gay” which i guess, coming from a straight guy, is supposed to be some sorta compliment, or something. I find it to be offensive, but straight guys around here are poorly educated in regards to being P.C. when talking to and approaching gay men.
After a lot of flirting over myspace, i decided i had to have him. i was actually in a very long term relationship at the time that was very on-again-off-again; not healthy by any means. But i just had to meet this boy JT. he turned out to be the love of my life… almost instantly.
Most people never even knew he was a male at first . straight men would stare him down like prey, and i would mean mug, and buzz em off like a good bf should. i knew he liked the attention and the fact that i would protect him at any cost, hopefully fufilled him in some manner.
our sex life was a thing of beauty. our bodies contoured the others as if we were oceanic waves coming in toward tide. contorting at perfect intervals and twisting and turning one another into positions never before seen; until the release; climax’s’ so intense the room would spin; oftentimes as simultaneous as humanly possible.
For the first 6 months we were together I was ( of course ) default top, until one night things changed in a way that i will never forget. it was as natural and not at all awkward as can be. As if we were thinking the same thoughts at the same time. we somehow found ourselves with my legs wrapped around him as i lay on my back. i could feel his dick twitching and hardening as it poked around my boyhole. there was a little hesitation on his behalf, but i reached for his smoothly shaven cock, stroked it and pulled him towards me. the beauty continued, uninterrupted; the same as it always had but this time; it was to be more fair and equal. slowly he slid himself inside me and just as when the tables were turned, there couldn’t be another word to describe the scene. it was just right and nothing short of live art. I watched his beautiful face as he explored his options as to what he could do with my slightly larger body, and then he really began to get into it . i watched his sexy torso bend in a slithering erotic motion. and then….. his petite body began to shake as i held his pelvis and ass with my right hand and and jerked my dick off with my left and had an orgasm that came from the core of my entire being. I shot a load that covered both of our chests.
Now, i had been done in the butt before, but nothing to that extent ever, EVER caused such mutual ecstasy. He fell into me and whispered, ” i have never done that with anyone before.” I felt like some sort of goddess after he said this to me. which for me , isnt something i had ever considered referring to myself as
After that there were so many more lines to be crossed, and we did indeed explore them all. he even carved his name into my left thigh. we had a mutual affection for blood….among a gamut of other things sexual and non.
so , that whole little tale was just to let anyone reading, how perfectly my femboy lover and i fit together so well. there was so much more to our relationship than sex. but unfortunately our love story after being together for only a little over a year becomes a tragedy. On Dec. 12, my love J.T. Loch committed suicide. I was the only one he wrote a letter to and it was, and still is, the sweetest thing anyone has ever put on paper for me.
Anyone who knew him well, knew that he was a very suicidal individual, so i knew the day would come. A week prior to his death, we were lying in bed and a rush of the heaviest sadness filled my body and soul; i picked him up ,layed him on top of my body and began weeping, holding him as tight as i possibly could, pleading with him to take me with him if he was really going to kill himself. because a part of me has always been a death seeker as well. i think that was our biggest downfall. we had also been experimenting with heroin use, and at the time i was the only one working, so i had to support both habits. My habit outweighed his because i already had a very high opiate dependency. i did everything in my power to keep his tolerance and usage to a minimum but it was to no avail. i couldn’t deny him of anything. In hindsight i was selfish and put my addiction ahead of his well-being towards the end. i feel an unshakable amount of guilt for that
there is no way anything can prepare you for that voice on the other end of the line. I was leaving work, on my way to come see him and rescue him from his parents house, who seemed to think their son was some kind of genetic flaw…. but he
wasn’t ; he was a human being so far evolved, and poorly placed in a state of jackasses and rednecks: Oklafuckinghoma! people here looked at him as some sort of novelty fag. like, “oh, haha, isnt halloween over?” and “why do you dress like a girl?” and ” speak up, like a MAN”etc. ,etc. were just a few of the things that i actually heard people say to him just within the year that we were together. i can only imagine the kind of shit he had to put up with in high school?
Just an f.y.i.
{ the guy that told him to speak up “like a man” had opened the passenger side door to my car and was asking him for something, or was trying to hit on him and then realized he wasn’t a “chick” while i was inside a convenience store. i came out of the store and heard only those words( “speak up, like a man” ) puled a knife and made him apologize…. i then made it a point to almost run over him as we drove out of the parking lot.}
I do not condone, violence but i do condone allowing my beautful love to have felt free and protected during his time here on this earth.
i live in oklahoma city, ” Home of the Most Generic queers you’ll Ever meet “. In late 2006 i found the most beautiful cross dressing boy on myspace . I was automatically spellbound by him and how beautiful he was. I am a completely gay , butch guy. Prior to meeting him i was into very thin twink types, preferably with an indie rock edge; then i found J.T. ( the fem, mentioned above). he embodied all the physical qualities i wanted in a bf, but he was very beautiful girl, and just as beautiful dressed as a boy. he had no intention of getting breast implants or becoming post op. he simply was more beautiful than anyone i knows, girlfriend and had the body of a female supermodel…. maybe a little shorter and of course, no boobies.
I am a sorta butch type that is often told “wow, i didn’t even know you were gay” which i guess, coming from a straight guy, is supposed to be some sorta compliment, or something. I find it to be offensive, but straight guys around here are poorly educated in regards to being P.C. when talking to and approaching gay men.
After a lot of flirting over myspace, i decided i had to have him. i was actually in a very long term relationship at the time that was very on-again-off-again; not healthy by any means. But i just had to meet this boy JT. he turned out to be the love of my life… almost instantly.
Most people never even knew he was a male at first . straight men would stare him down like prey, and i would mean mug, and buzz em off like a good bf should. i knew he liked the attention and the fact that i would protect him at any cost, hopefully fufilled him in some manner.
our sex life was a thing of beauty. our bodies contoured the others as if we were oceanic waves coming in toward tide. contorting at perfect intervals and twisting and turning one another into positions never before seen; until the release; climax’s’ so intense the room would spin; oftentimes as simultaneous as humanly possible.
For the first 6 months we were together I was ( of course ) default top, until one night things changed in a way that i will never forget. it was as natural and not at all awkward as can be. As if we were thinking the same thoughts at the same time. we somehow found ourselves with my legs wrapped around him as i lay on my back. i could feel his dick twitching and hardening as it poked around my boyhole. there was a little hesitation on his behalf, but i reached for his smoothly shaven cock, stroked it and pulled him towards me. the beauty continued, uninterrupted; the same as it always had but this time; it was to be more fair and equal. slowly he slid himself inside me and just as when the tables were turned, there couldn’t be another word to describe the scene. it was just right and nothing short of live art. I watched his beautiful face as he explored his options as to what he could do with my slightly larger body, and then he really began to get into it . i watched his sexy torso bend in a slithering erotic motion. and then….. his petite body began to shake as i held his pelvis and ass with my right hand and and jerked my dick off with my left and had an orgasm that came from the core of my entire being. I shot a load that covered both of our chests.
Now, i had been done in the butt before, but nothing to that extent ever, EVER caused such mutual ecstasy. He fell into me and whispered, ” i have never done that with anyone before.” I felt like some sort of goddess after he said this to me. which for me , isnt something i had ever considered referring to myself as
After that there were so many more lines to be crossed, and we did indeed explore them all. he even carved his name into my left thigh. we had a mutual affection for blood….among a gamut of other things sexual and non.
so , that whole little tale was just to let anyone reading, how perfectly my femboy lover and i fit together so well. there was so much more to our relationship than sex. but unfortunately our love story after being together for only a little over a year becomes a tragedy. On Dec. 12, my love J.T. Loch committed suicide. I was the only one he wrote a letter to and it was, and still is, the sweetest thing anyone has ever put on paper for me.
Anyone who knew him well, knew that he was a very suicidal individual, so i knew the day would come. A week prior to his death, we were lying in bed and a rush of the heaviest sadness filled my body and soul; i picked him up ,layed him on top of my body and began weeping, holding him as tight as i possibly could, pleading with him to take me with him if he was really going to kill himself. because a part of me has always been a death seeker as well. i think that was our biggest downfall. we had also been experimenting with heroin use, and at the time i was the only one working, so i had to support both habits. My habit outweighed his because i already had a very high opiate dependency. i did everything in my power to keep his tolerance and usage to a minimum but it was to no avail. i couldn’t deny him of anything. In hindsight i was selfish and put my addiction ahead of his well-being towards the end. i feel an unshakable amount of guilt for that
there is no way anything can prepare you for that voice on the other end of the line. I was leaving work, on my way to come see him and rescue him from his parents house, who seemed to think their son was some kind of genetic flaw…. but he
wasn’t ; he was a human being so far evolved, and poorly placed in a state of jackasses and rednecks: Oklafuckinghoma! people here looked at him as some sort of novelty fag. like, “oh, haha, isnt halloween over?” and “why do you dress like a girl?” and ” speak up, like a MAN”etc. ,etc. were just a few of the things that i actually heard people say to him just within the year that we were together. i can only imagine the kind of shit he had to put up with in high school?
Just an f.y.i.
{ the guy that told him to speak up “like a man” had opened the passenger side door to my car and was asking him for something, or was trying to hit on him and then realized he wasn’t a “chick” while i was inside a convenience store. i came out of the store and heard only those words( “speak up, like a man” ) puled a knife and made him apologize…. i then made it a point to almost run over him as we drove out of the parking lot.}
I do not condone, violence but i do condone allowing my beautful love to have felt free and protected during his time here on this earth.
i love you still baby… i wanna see you in my dreams
check my url tosee pic of my beautiful fem. may he rest in peace
Michael said,
July 2, 2009 at 12:20 am
Femboys are the sweetest! I just love natural femboys. If you are a femboy, stay that way-someone will love you for who you are not because you have boobs-I sure won’t, I don’t like boobs. This is being said from a gay white guy. I’m looking for my dream femboy so if that is you email me by clicking on my name above
Anonymous said,
August 1, 2009 at 6:07 am
Me, I’m a feminine teenage boy but I’m not sooo feminine to the point where I consider myself a girl or a diva. I just happen to be that way and I just happen to sound like a girl to ALLOT of people. (when I mean sound like a girl i mean, EXACTLY LIKE A GIRL). I like to shopping and I like to play football. I don’t know why everyone say “You mind as well be a girl” to me…I’m just being me. They think I want to be a girl. I just want to be me, a teenage boy who is unpredictable, different than your average boy, but not too feminine to the point that I end up wearing a wig or a dress. I’m just me.
prettyboy said,
August 18, 2009 at 2:34 am
im a fem and i love me a masc man , on the strength that i know my role which fits into my life style i cook i clean i do laundry and im soft and cunt i was born like this and ill die like this . on the other half the type of dude i like is someone who knows how to play there role ex. taking out the garbage , fixing things around the house , protecting me physicaly and emotionaly ……..
unitildet said,
September 13, 2009 at 8:55 pm
ohoho femboys are gays ..fuck them (finger)
unitildet said,
September 13, 2009 at 8:57 pm
femgays XD HAHHa