Alright, so I'm new to this whole blog and what not. This is my first post so please be warned-- it is LENGTHY, but i am looking for some help for the first time in my stubborn life. See, I do not consider myself to be in the trans community anymore really. I was diagnosed trans clinically at age 10 and began socially transitioning at 11 and my medical transition with hormes at 12. By 14 I had top surgery. So I'm 24 years old now and remember very little of having many common female features or living life not already transitioned. I had breast and a period for about 2-4 years of my life I think.I had my hysto last year and still have not had lower surgery. It's been weird tho. I have never really suffered from disphoria of my lower parts. The older I get the more I view is as a "wall" rather than a vagina. I view it mainly as a medical issue, almost now like I'm now a man who was born transexual . Because of this I feel like I have trouble relating to other a lot trans people who say, haven't transitioned till older. I feel Like no one really gets me.
However, I'm 24 now and out of the ass crack of nowhere something has rocked my world and it is directly related to me being trans....
Before i go on i think i should note that I think one of the reasons I feel like I can maintain such coolness and control over the fact that I have a vagina is because I've never been sexually active. (not edited), I've never even been on a date or kissed a girl.( For me it has always been black and white.- after i have lower surgery i will have sex with my girlfriend/wife. No if ands or buts.And if for some reason i can never get surgery then i can never have sex. Period. Ill be dying a prude. And the thought of having sex with a man in the way a woman would has always been literally appalling to me. I am ashamed to say that I have my whole life had a very deep prejudice towards ftms who have had sex with a guy- even before they transitioned.I have always felt that no true man could ever do such a thing.I apologize if this hurts people feelings)And yet in the past couple years my fantasies and desires to be with a woman, not just sexually but also emotionally, have left me at times feeling that I am trapped and going to where. I think they have effected me in some, shall I say...completely unexpected ways.
So last year I befriended this dude about 20 years older as we were taking classes together. He was fun to go to bars with and just chill. Pretty soon he told me he was gay and incredibly promiscuous- as in I am shocked now that he isn't dead yet. When he told me I was completely cool. I didn't tell him I was trans as I never tell people.
Now, the more we hung out I he would make it clear with jokes that he had a tiny man crush on me but I had no issue with it- it was more funny than anything else.I never felt uncomfortable around him or that he was doing anything weird. I even slept in his bed one night with him while crashing at his crib. There was nothing to it.
however one day something happened and its a hard pill for me to swallow.
This day while hanging at his house we were in his room chilling and goofing off. I punched him in the balls as we were goof fighting. I made a stupid comment about "where are you're balls"?. And then he tried to hit me in my balls. I tried to block his hit but it was too fast. He all of a sudden looked serious and said " where are yours?". And this is where it went downhill. Out of absolutely no where I opened my mouth and told him that I didn't have any. I told him that i was born like this and am trans. He didn't blink an eye. Like I said nothing of any kind of measure. we then began to chat a tiny bit, relaxing on his bed. He started asking questions about surgery and so forth, what was going on down "there". And I began to ask him some questions as well- and we started talking about male genitalia functions and so forth. It just seemed that the situation flowed.But then things got really interesting, at one point in the situation while talking about nuts he pulled his out and starting to point certain things out. I actually touched them asking " why are ur nuts this or that". And I think that is where I really screwed myself.the next thing I know he exposed the rest of him self and begin touching his self. Then like a nitwit, so did i. And all of a sudden what felt like a medical exam turned bizarre and sexual. The next thing I can remember thinking is a simple " ah, what the <Not Permitted>, I'm gonna regret this". And i wasn't even aroused. It was like i made a conscious decision to do something JUST to do something! Like to jump off a bridge just to jump off.
So next thing I know, there was attempt at me giving him oral. I just physically couldnt make myself do it for
long.it felt like my brain wiring wasn't working with the image I was seeing. so then it switched to him using his fingers to do things to me. It was weird, I couldn't really feel his fingers, like my genitals didn't have feeling. Then eventually we started to roll around and thats when we technically "did it". The feeling is nothing like i would have imagined it to be.
It felt like...nothing. There was no disphoria, no " clashing" of me and my body. No anxiety, no sexual pleasure, no emotion, no thought. No feeling of being inavading upon or sheer physical pain as in with my two pap exams. Absolutely no feeling of submissiveness or being effeminate in any way (there was no "woman" inside of me). It was just void.
The situation didn't last long as he is attracted to penises as I am to vaginas, and do to my hormone use my area is pretty closed up and hard inside.we really couldn't do it and it was simply not arousing. He basically rolled off of me. And made the comment that he thought it was nuts that I had been a virgin and that I needed "a lot of help down there" as I was so "closed up". He then proceeded to masturbate next to me as I was lying up against the headboard. I tried not to look while he was doing it but caught a glimpse of him ejaculating out of the corner of my eye. All of a sudden I felt like I wanted to vomit.
We got dressed, went outside for a cigarette. And I told myself " what the hell was that? Oh well, move on". I went home like nothing happen- it was put in a little container in the back of my mind. But then as time past, I began to have nightmares. Horrible nightmare. And then I admitted to myself the sentence in full " I have have had sex with a man-- like a woman would". Like a woman would. Like a woman would. Like a woman would. Like a woman would.
The words pierced me. Like I was being impaled by a hot poker. I couldn't eat or sleep. I felt like a part of me had died. I wanted to go back in time so bad, so powerfully that for flickering moments It felt like I actually could.
This occurred, in November of 2014. And since the initial emotional pain, I have been doing better. Ive been trying to accept it.I think the fact that I'm trying to reach out to people is a good sign. If someone could please give me some feedback, in any kind of way it would be greatly appreciated. I still have trouble understanding why i did what i did.I am ashamed now of having personally frowned upon other ftms for doing what I have now done. May my prejudices leave me.
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