I have a man inside me that wants to come out.
I don’t feel any less female, but my masculine side has started to take over in small ways. I like that part of me. I like letting him come out during sex. His name is Jaxx. In my head, I know exactly what Jaxx looks like. My body is smooth and lightly muscled, sculptured pecs, and those grooves at my hips. Manly hair makes a trail from my navel to my groin. I have tattoos and scars. I am sexy and mysterious.
When I fuck Harold, I often become Jaxx. I see myself as this masculine guy. Amazingly, Harold sees him the same way I do. It turns out that masculinity doesn’t have much to do with how you look – it matters what you feel. The energy defines masculine.
This Sinful Sunday is all about the men. When I think about what it means to be male, I look at the separation I feel inside. Am I a woman or a man? Neither? Both I think:
(This is my very first attempt at photo shop and I didn’t have time to do everything I wanted!)
I am myself whether I look like this:
See other’s entries this Sinful Sunday: All about the Men.