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A transman is a male mind encased in a body with the wrong set of chromosomes for expressing his identity. If you eliminate the shallow fixation on the physical, the question you’re left with is “How do you feel about a man being in a men’s-only bathhouse?” Um…I’m good with that. Now, turn it around. A pre-transition transwoman may have every physical attribute needed to nakedly blend right in at a men’s only bathhouse - but she has a woman’s brain. How are you with that? For that matter, how does a transman feel about a transwoman being in a male-only bathhouse? But really, what are men afraid of that would make them not want a transman to see them naked? Are they afraid of being propositioned by such a person? (A simple ‘no thank you’ will suffice.) Are they afraid of being touched? (Contrary to what you may have learned on the playground in kindergarten, you cannot get ‘girl germs’.) Or, is it that they’re so self-centered that they think the bathhouse is all about them and their personal arousal, and anything that turns them personally off should be banned? Imagine that a transman looks so masculine that you take him for a biological male, and he gives you excellent head. If you never know the difference, do you have a problem with him being there? If you don’t, and only later learn that he’s trans and suddenly develop a problem with it, why? You enjoyed the head just the same. Any problem you have is 100% on you.

I get that it’s a process. I’d been stretching myself with larger insertables for a while before I tried it, and could take 9” of circumference, so I figured I was at least at a starting point. And he did get the fist in. But the point was that he did it relatively quickly. There wasn’t a lot of ‘gradual’ stretching about it. If I had been a seasoned fistee, used to taking it, I could see skipping the preliminaries and getting on in, but I think I probably needed more work before the push. I just don’t know. I don’t have any other frame of reference.

I have no idea. I’m oblivious to flirting, so anything subtle would be wasted. The only time I can recall such a thing was the very first guy who fucked me, who came over and got my attention in a gay bar (I was reading a book - like I said, oblivious), said it was his birthday and that he didn’t want to be alone on his birthday. I told him he didn’t have to. He took me home and gave me my first breeding. But that was in a gay bar, so I’m not sure that counts as ‘a stranger in public’ in the way you mean, like someone completely out of context. I’ve been propositioned many times in bathhouses, but there it’s sort of the point. Now, I’ve been prepositioned plenty - I get a lot of ‘on’ and ‘over’ and ‘under’, but mostly ‘in’ and ‘inside’…like ‘Dude, I’m gonna cum inside you’. Lots of prepositions like that.

I first saw it done by a female as well. Her master filled her cunt with chain and pulled it out in one quick movement, which she described as orgasmic. I don’t think it’s quite the same done with a vagina as a rectum, however. A vagina is more or less a straight canal without obstructions, whereas the rectum has flexures, or transverse folds, in the rectal wall that could be caught up a chain pullout, especially if the chain gets kinked. We have to remind ourselves that our asses aren’t actually designed to have things stuffed back into them.

Stainless steel, 3/8” welded. You want links with some heft to them. I wouldn’t use more than three feet, max. I have a chain that matches that description, that has been stuffed into and pulled out of my ass successfully. I’ve got a picture somewhere; if I can find it I’ll post it. IMPORTANT - The welds on each and every link of the chain you use need to be sanded silky-smooth to eliminate all roughness and burrs. If that sounds like a pain in the ass, it is…but not as big a pain in the ass as you could get from scratching yourself up inside. Also make sure the chain has been cleaned and dried before insertion. Don’t use it straight from the store. Or the garage. VERY IMPORTANT - Do NOT let someone yank a length of chain out of your ass. It is possible for the chain to become tangled, contorted, or knotted with your colon, and a man yanking it out could yank your gut out along with it. Play sensibly.

As a former federal civil servant in the Executive Branch for 30 years, I do have somewhat more than a passing familiarity with the process. Ultimately, the President (we went through a few of them during my time) was my boss. No, the Qataris aren’t a major power. Neither is Switzerland. Sometimes you need a party without a dog in the fight to grease the wheels of diplomacy. You also need someone who Hamas will trust enough to talk to, and listen to…and it ain’t the White House. Other words for this are ‘annex’ and ‘conquer’. See also: Crimea. No, it isn’t. It isn’t okay for people to support an authoritarian demagogue just because his bellicose braying manipulates them emotionally, and following without thinking is both dangerous and irresponsible. All thought, ideas, and expression are not equal in value. Sometimes ideas are so odious there’s no room to pretend otherwise. Trump’s equivalency at Charlottesville - arguably among the greatest failures of leadership in his presidency - illustrates this with clarity. A choice between Trump and Biden is not a selection between two equally good (or equally bad) options that one might legitimately select. Indeed, more often than not in our elections we find ourselves staring at a ballot forced to make a choice for the lesser of two evils.

I’m afraid I can’t subscribe to your glowing accolade of Mr. Biden as the engine personally behind all this. The effort, intricately nuanced diplomacy, complex balance and excruciating timing of approach, and ceaseless analysis of movements and rhetoric from all parties is far beyond the ability of an individual, let alone the President, who, even if he had the acumen, simply doesn’t have the time. If he wants to accept personal credit for this, then he has to also accept personal blame for a hike in inflation or a dive in the stock market, because he has about as much personal accountability for any such great movement in world affairs. Nor could President Biden’s influence (such as it may be) with Netanyahu alone have resulted in the release of hostages - it takes two to samba, and Biden has no dance card with Hamas. From their point of view, he’s not a neutral party to negotiations. If you want to credit someone with breaking the impasse, look to the Qataris. If Biden’s patient, compassionate persuasion was worth anything with Israel, we would have seen some restraint from the Israelis; instead, have a look at a map showing what’s currently left of the civilian infrastructure in North Gaza. Compared to what I see, any effort of Biden’s that may have had some effect in bringing about what the Israelis have made quite clear is merely a pause in their razing of Gaza is pretty weak sauce. Don’t get me wrong - what Hamas did was heinous. They care nothing for the fate of their own people, and their organization must end. I understand and grieve for what Israel has lost - but their pain does not grant them a license to act in kind, destroy the lives of tens of thousands of innocents, or commit war crimes. And as to President Biden - I don’t believe any of the nonsense about him being corrupt or mentally unfit for office, but given any non-right-wing alternative, I would not vote for him again.

There’s no other way to describe what I am to the few men who use me locally. They call, and if it is humanly possible, I take their cock as quickly as I can get ready. One of them hits me up whenever he is down from Chicago visiting his family - he called me out of the blue night before last, and within two hours a guy half my age was inside me. Bred me four times that night. There’s another younger local who hits me up about once a month, drops by, does his thing, and leaves. I always take him within an hour if possible. But on-demand is my whole modus operandi - I believe that any Top has a right to my service, and I have a duty and obligation to provide my body for pleasure any time asked, as quickly as I can, as immediately as possible. I just wish men understood that all they have to do is tell me they want it.

If you’re familiar with it, it must be because you behave this badly everywhere you go, and are incapable of learning from your mistakes. You are more to be scorned than pitied. And, a death threat to a moderator, from someone who himself just said we shouldn’t be scared of because he’s just a nobody poster from 4,000 miles away? Comedy gold.

Fisters - Assuming you’re dealing with an average somewhat-conditioned hole, not a complete unstretched fisting novice, and not a totally blown-out meat sleeve, but someone who needs an undetermined amount of handwork to relax the hole before you make full entry, how much time do you devote to the preparation? The two times I’ve taken a fist, by the same person, I haven’t particularly enjoyed it. The entry felt somewhat traumatic both times, and though I wasn’t watching a clock, I’d say he probably worked his way in in under 15 minutes both times. This strikes me as possibly hasty. I’d be interested to know if this is considered a usual amount of time in which a fistee should be able to adjust to accommodate the intrusion (bearing in mind some intrusions are bigger than others), or whether one usually expects a bit more preparation. I’m curious to know whether I’m just not responding as I ought to be, and thus not really suited to the activity. If not, I can live with that; I don’t have to try another one. But if my experience so far has not been what it should have been, I can’t really say I’ve been properly fisted, to understand what that feels like. As it stands, after two tries I still don’t get why anybody likes it, let alone prefers a fist to a cock.

Here’s another thread we’ve had on the subject: The post above illustrates different types of speculums. Just to note, the device being used in the image in the first post in this thread is a veterinary speculum for use on horses, not a speculum intended for use on human orifices. That one might look terrifying to some people not familiar with them and discourage them from trying one. Full insertion and use of an equine speculum would be a dangerous exercise with considerable risk of damaging the bowel, and is very much not recommended.

Absolutely superb. Exceptional rhetoric and flawless debate technique applied against an insidiously disingenuous and manipulative platform. This is how you beat them.

If you were on death row and facing execution, and were offered your choice of a last meal, or a last fuck, which would you choose? I think that before deciding, I would definitely want to see what was on the menu. I would also want to know about the food options.

The way my doctor addressed this question was to explain that a) All human beings carry some varieties of staphylococcus about with them, and it is essentially impossible to avoid it, as they are ubiquitous in the environment; b) Staph that is not resistant intermixes and interbreeds readily with staph that is, and newly resistant strains are emerging constantly, both as a result of transmission, and mutation; c) Even if a host is not fully colonized, genetic code is being transmitted through staph in a generalized way, such that any individual may have some trace of staph resistant to some degree at any given time. What everyone doesn’t have is a colony sufficient to pose an infection risk. He said, “It’s simply not possible to eliminate staph completely from the body - and they’ve tried.”

Just as a point of interest, I have a particularly full head of hair, just like my father, and my grandfather, who died without a bald spot on him. But let’s deconstruct your little tirade, which you seem to have modeled after the style of your hero, a many, many times-proven liar and demagogue, whom his own sister claimed has “no principles, none.” You begin by treating my name with disrespect, acting as though it were somehow forgettable, demonstrating only that you know perfectly well what it is - in fact, it’s in print right in front of you. Therefore, if you can’t remember what it is or how to spell it with it right before your eyes, writing what you did merely reveals you to everyone reading as a buffoon and/or an idiot. Your next comment is absolutely true: “Trump supporters were/are afraid”. You’re quite right. The one thing that most defines Trump supporters is that they’re afraid. Not just of Islam (proving only that they simply fear what they don’t understand, and that covers a vast amount of ground) - they’re afraid of most anything one might care to name. It’s why they flock to a blustering, loudmouth bully who talks about fighting for them. Alas, another thing they fail to understand that no one is more deeply terrified inside than a bully. Donald Trump is a very, very frightened man, and like many small, frightened animals in nature, the only defense he has is to puff himself up, make a lot of noise, and try to look as big as he can. What more proof do you need than the puffery on the top of his head? (Your ‘zinger’ about baldness is hilarious, considering.) The one thing you omit about that statement, however, is “We”. “We Trump supporters”. You failed to include yourself, and you obviously are, in every syllable you write, just as frightened, just as desperate. The remainder of your post is typical, tiresome, pointless defensive deflection. You actually have nothing of substance to say (you haven’t had from the moment you opened your account) so you instead choose to cry and complain about your self-inflicted downvotes and the critical replies you’ve all but begged for. Tell us, do you make a habit of traipsing into rooms full of strangers, spouting off your inane personal opinions at random, and then slinging juvenile insults at anyone who disagrees with you? And do you have either the gall or the stupidity to be surprised when they take offense? Did no one teach you how to behave in public among adults at all? You are embarrassing yourself. Please be so good as to leave.

It is complicated. I personally conjecture that there is the potential for a true addiction-like state connected to sexual behavior, but I would submit that it isn’t purely a process- or behavioral- based phenomenon. Based on my own experience of having been exposed to coitus in high volume, I believe that the chemical changes that take place in the brain during serial sexual encounters, both as a result of normal systems operating at abnormal frequency, and the introduction of unusually high volume of pleasure-stimulating chemicals from partners, results in effects that take on some of the characteristics of substance abuse. Undeniably, getting loads makes me want more. Having repeated extreme or intense sex makes normal sex unsatisfying. Eventually, you could fuck continuously 24/7 and feel nothing but desperation. I have felt the very edge of that sensation, and am extremely wary of getting much closer to it - beyond lies a black, howling void. It is little wonder that those who find themselves within it do irrational things to try to get out. Those who use ‘addiction’ as an excuse to cover up personal shame, embarrassment, or inner conflict about their promiscuous nature are dealing with an entirely different set of psychological issues that have nothing to do with addiction. Similarly, those who claim addiction because they become aroused at the thought of being addicted to sex are not addicted; they are fetishizing it. Admittedly, this can become a confusing mental roundabout - the more the person feels aroused at the thought of addiction, the more the person supposed he must be ‘addicted’ because of how aroused he is, which makes him more aroused at being so ‘addicted’, and so on…if anything, he becomes addicted to the idea of being addicted. One might think that a measure of true sexual addiction might be to ask if the person has sex even if he really doesn’t want to - if the compulsion drives the behavior independent of desire. I’m not sure, however, how reliable that is, based on my own experience. There have been quite a few times when I have taken a fucking even though I really didn’t want to - I might have been very tired, or very sore because a Top had used me particularly brutally that night, or I found the Top personally distasteful - but I took the cock anyway. I didn’t do so because I was addicted to it and just had to have it; I did it because it was my duty, and I was trained to fulfill that duty regardless of my discomfort or distaste. Some might argue that that still points to some kind of psychological maladaptation, and objectively I concede that is a possibility, but it does not cause me distress (quite the contrary, it’s very rewarding), and it in no way bears any of the characteristics of addiction. As you say…complicated.

OnlyFans is a site where people broadcast their amateur pornography - some of it with higher production values than your average iPhone captured video - and monetize access to it by selling subscriptions to their “fans”. It’s rather difficult to imagine a legitimate application of it that would justify an expenditure of campaign funds. Or, indeed, any innocent way for a politician to explain having an account there that anyone would believe for two seconds. Honestly, the thing I can’t fathom is why anyone with that may skeletons in his closet would think of running for political office, when one’s political enemies will dig up the foundations of the earth to find (and twist) any conceivable secret one may have - and everyone has a secret of some kind. Even if I were insane enough to think of entering politics, I would never do it; for one thing, I’ve got 4,000 posts on Breedingzone describing in detail how I let men fuck me in the cunt, and like it, and the internet being what it is, it would take approximately 1.4 minutes for some determined fucker who wished me ill to connect this profile with my real-life identity, and then every positive aspect of my character, every good and worthy thing I’ve ever done, would count for shit. (It would be a grave mistake for them; if you want to keep your information concealed, never piss off someone with a degree in Information Science.)

According to Japanese folklore, there is turtle-like water creature called a kappa (one of the yōkai) with a malevolent habit - it seeks to steal a human’s shirikodama. It was believed that humans carried within their bodies a small onion-shaped ball that contained their life-force or soul, which resided either just inside the anus or deeper in, called the shirikodama. The kappa greatly desire these objects (for reasons unclear) and the Japanese were warned to use caution in the water because a kappa might reach up their ass and steal their shirikodama, with fatal results. It has been suggested that this folklore arose as an explanation for why drowning victims may present with an open or extended anus, looking as though something had been removed from it. This seems plausible, but every time I come across a reference to the shirikodama I can’t help feeling like there’s more to it - I know than when a Top penetrates my anus, he touches something that feels an awful lot like my soul. And I’m not talking about my prostate, though that could also be a way to interpret it (though women also have a shirikodama and kappa aren’t picky). In particular, kappa do their deed by reaching into the anus with their hand, so it does somewhat speak to the ecstatic effect many report from fisting. I personally have not found it so either time I’ve taken one, but that may simply be due to technique. I also feel, when I’ve been fucked, that the Top takes a bit of me, perhaps my life force, but if he breeds me he adds the share of his own that is carried with his seed, so my shirikodama is replenished, not lost. I can’t help wondering if there’s not some deep Eastern understanding of the tie between human spirit and human sexuality that we’ve forgotten here in the West, that lies deep within the heart of this fable.

This is the third occasion in recent times, if I recall correctly, that someone has come in with a question of this nature about being attracted to someone in a professional setting - and they’ve all been people who work in hospitals. Is there something about hospitals that brings this out in people? The loose-fitting scrubs? The parallels in the narratives are oddly similar.

The measure of whether a person is addicted is if in order to obtain the thing to which they are addicted they will do things that put their interests and wellbeing at risk - risk incarceration, loss of employment, financial destitution, social shame, ruin of personal relationships - and find themselves not only compelled to do these things but unable to stop themselves from doing them, regardless of the harms risked; and having experienced such harms does nothing to restrain them. They are unable to learn from such experience as one might from touching a hot stove. The addict would touch the hot stove again if it meant getting a fix.

That’s the thing, though. Addictions, by definition, aren’t considered addictions until they begin causing harm to the person having them. Not everyone who has sex at every opportunity is a sex addict - some people are just promiscuous sluts. For them, a claim of addiction is just another way of saying ‘the Devil made me do it’.

I’ve done blindfolds on my own and at Tops’ request. There’s a special feeling that comes with being bred by a man you never see, and realize you will never know who was inside you or whose seed you carry. It’s very objectifying. But it’s also dangerous to do on your own, and I don’t do it often. I can get the same effect by simply keeping the room dark and just not looking at the man. I comply if the Top asks me to be blindfolded when he comes in - sometimes a man has his reasons for not wanting to be seen.

From the point of view of the professional medical/psychiatric community, sexual addiction, as addiction, is not a recognized condition. The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual V (DSM-V), the manual used in the United States for diagnosis of mental disorders, does not contain a diagnosis for sexual addiction. The International Classification of Diseases-11th Edition (ICD-11) includes a formal diagnosis of compulsive sexual behavior disorder, but it’s classified as an impulse-control disorder, not an addiction. So, technically the answer is No. However, the degree to which certain impulse-control disorders can be considered behavioral or “process” addictions is a matter of debate and research in the professional sphere. The prevailing hypothesis appears to concern the dysfunction of reward centers of the brain due to a reduction in response to dopamine as a result of frequent exposure to stimuli, but a number of factors, including genetics, environment, and comorbidity of other mental conditions, may be implicated. In the case of substance abuse disorders, the substances themselves may cause physical changes in the brain that precipitate the addiction, but a behavior does not have this effect directly. So, hypothetically, the answer is Maybe. Undeniably, there are persons who suffer from an impulse-control disorder that is termed Compulsive Sexual Behavior Disorder that causes them distress and drives them to behavior that interferes with the normal, healthy function of their lives. To the extent that one might consider addiction in a broad, vernacular sense, the answer is yes. But none of the answers provided in the poll are really helpful in assessing the question.

The girth (circumference) of the average human penis is 4.7 inches. The circumference of a standard 12oz. beer can is 8.44 inches. Beer can cocks do exist. I’ve taken one. It took my breath away when I saw it. I’ve never seen another one like it. They’re exceedingly rare. It took every bit of endurance I had to take him to completion. Let’s think about this. For most, the vast majority of men, how many in-the-flesh, real-time erect cocks have they actually seen, let alone handled? We’ll set aside bona fide slut-cases like me and some others on this forum who aren’t pretending about their sexual excesses - I mean most men. People don’t walk around with their cocks out. It’s illegal, for one thing, but by and large the culture conceals its genitalia. So on what basis does the average man decide what is and isn’t ‘big’? Most men will see relatively few penises. Some more, some less. If a guy spends a lot of time in locker rooms, he’s likely to see more than if he spends that time in church, but even then the cocks are just as likely to be flaccid and not contribute to an overall impression of erect size. For most men, the amalgam of cocks actually seen will amount to a sampling too small to draw a statistically accurate conclusion. But he’s going to take what he sees and use it as a benchmark to compare his own endowment, because that’s all the information he’s got - that, and a vague sense that ‘bigger is better’. If that small sampling were all he was getting, he ought to be getting the impression that an average size was normal and common, because that’s what he would see. But that isn’t the conclusion he draws, because that real-life sampling isn’t all he sees. He also sees porn, and that exposure probably accounts for the vast majority of sightings of penises he sees. You don’t get to be in front of a pornographer’s camera unless you have a superlative cock, so the majority if most men’s impressions of what a human erect penis looks like come from a constant parade of nothing but the biggest. Porn is an illusion. It isn’t real. It looks real, because it’s photography, and we think the camera’s eye tells the truth, but in reality, the whole thing is carefully organized, arranged, staged and directed to fool the mind into believing an outrageous fantasy. And it’s so successful that we now think we actually live in a fantasy reality where every cock we can’t see is 8 inches long and thick as a beer can, and every time we look down we feel like we don’t measure up. All I can say is that if every bottom who gushed about wanting a beer can cock actually took one up the ass, you’d suddenly hear a lot fewer bottoms wanting a beer can cock.

A FTM transman who has not undergone transition surgery may have an enlarged clitoris due to the effects of testosterone, but the length of such a clitoris would average around 1.8 inches, topping out at around 2.3. If the person has undergone reconstructive surgery, a metoidioplasty will produce a similar result; a phalloplasty can produce a result around 5.5 inches, but the ability to become erect an penetrate will rely on an inflation mechanism similar to what is sometimes used to treat erectile dysfunction. You said ‘no mention of fucking you with a dildo’; by this it’s unclear whether you mean simply using a dildo to fuck you by hand, or using a strapon. Having once been very expertly pegged by a woman wearing a strapon, I can assure you that a transman opting to go that route could leave you with no doubt whatsoever as to his genuine masculinity after a fucking. (Indeed, I would go so far as to say that a bottom has not been truly, completely cunted until he has been fucked by someone who has, or had, a vagina. When the only option someone is biologically born with is to take cock, it gives them a special kind of instinct when they get a chance to deliver it.)