Today’s entry will contain both a sex meme and intimate discussions of post-operative biology. You have been
warned.

First, a meme. Actually, it’s not really a meme, so much as it’s a questionnaire. An actual meme would be a self-propagating idea, and in this instance I suspect the actual meme is “emulate your friends and fill in these blanks!” However, since the term “meme” has become associated with the online survey that one encourages those one knows to complete as well, I shall endeavor to use the vernacular. The original questions were horribly vague and ill-written, so I’ve taken the liberty of trying to interpret the questions into some semblance of a proper grammatical list. This may have changed the sense of some of the questions, but if so it’s entirely accidental.

At any rate, here we go:

What is your sexual orientation?
Mu. I mean, seriously, the question is meaningless. I’m a male-to-female transsexual happily mated with a
male-to-female transsexual that regularly engages in sexplay and pillowtalk with a broad variety of males, females, and “other.” Body is irrelevant. Mind is all-consuming. So, I suppose therefore I shall coin a new word: 
egosexual. I find people’s thoughts sexy. Your spicy brainmeants turn me on.


How often do you think about sex?
To answer this question, I would first have to quantify what percentage of my thoughts are actually sexual,
as distinct from those which are engaging that stimulate sexual ideas as a side effect. Given the way my train of thought can go from pancakes to Poincaré to penetration to programming without warning, I dare not pierce the veil drawn carefully around this mechanism. It might lose its magic.


How often do you have sex?
What constitutes sex? Joining the Smart Patrol is only one fraction of the whole of potential intimate contact, which in turn is only one fraction of the whole of potential intimate experience. William Gibson once wrote a story about alien life forms that had sex by touching hips while drinking alcoholic beverages at a bar. “Crystal Cold” from the One Must Fall: Battlegrounds “soundtrack” is pretty damn close to sex. I’m sure things others consider sex would leave me standing confused.


What has been your worst sexual experience?
My ex. Imagine the response a physically virgin, pre-awareness transsexual must have had under the “tender guidance” of an abusive boyfriend with a few years of sexual experience. Imagine earning the nickname “Mr. Floppy”. Imagine having a lover that only ever wants to be tied up and penetrated but refuses to reciprocate with anything more than a handjob once a month. Imagine any talk of sexual interest other than penetration ending with “that’s weird and I don’t like it”. Imagine spending six years in that relationship. Imagine looking forward to the abuse because at least it’s not being alone


What are your thoughts on cybersex and phone sex?
I think there should be more of both. I think people who treat cybersex and phone sex as somehow fundamentally different from physical intimacy are fooling themselves. The two experiences aren’t directly analogous, but they aren’t as removed from each other as people would like to claim. If it’s not stimulating the parts of the brain that turn you on, you’re not doing it right, and that goes for any act. Likewise, if it’s pushing your buttons, then you’re on the right track. A hand is far more intimate than a cursor, but both have the power to arouse.


What are your thoughts on casual sex?
As opposed to… what? At what point in the relationship between people does sex stop being “casual” and
become something else? Let me approach this from the other side and say that people who “cheat”, which is to say people who have sex with other people while maintaining agreements to not sleep with those people with still other people, are a major turn-off for me. I don’t belive that affairs are acceptable. That said, if everyone involved knows and nobody’s bothered by it, then what does it matter?


What is your favorite euphemism for masturbation?
Close your mouth, relax, pinch one cheek between thumb and forefinger, and then gently but quickly pull the cheek away from the cheekbone and push back towards it.


What sex toys and fetish accessories do you own?
I have several zillion neurons sitting between my ears and several dozen square feet of skin loaded with
touch-sensitive nerves. Anything beyond that is a prop.


What do you consider to be the least sexy body part?

All of them are pretty funny, really.


What is your favorite body type?
Mu. See above for explanation.


Do you like body hair, yes or no?
This is another one of those all-or-nothing issues. A proper pelt or bare skin, or something else entirely, but weird mutant hairs or stubble are not part of my gameplan.


Are you monogamous?
Part of what makes this quiz so damn funny is the fact that the questions are so leading. The assumptions
behind them are incredible. What does “monogamous” mean in this context? Can someone be called monogamous—literally, one mate—if zie’s in a committed and faithful threesome? If my mate entices me into subspace and then orders me under the dinner table to service everyone at the party, what then? What if I have standing permission to sleep with a set number of people that my mate has vetted and found acceptable for intimacy? Sexual fidelity, like sex itself, is not a mere pair of polar opposites: faithful or unfaithful, male or female. There is a broad spectrum of commitment ranging from “I sleep with anyone I wish and feel no need to tell any one partner about any other” to “I sleep with one person and that one person only to the exclusion of all others,” with a myriad of variants between.


What styles of underwear do you prefer?
Those that emphasize the contents and inflame the mind. Those that are incongruous with the body beneath and encourage embarrassment and secret vice. Those that are sexy and slutty worn beneath the strictest business suit.


Do you prefer pornography or eroticism?
What’s the difference?


How large is your pornography collection?
What I find arousing can change at the drop of a garter. Thus, what I consider pornographic can change at any given instant. If I list only those things which I find appealing right now, my collection is very small. If I include anything that’s ever aroused me that I’ve kept for that purpose, my collection is quite large.


What is your favorite hair color?
Assuming for the moment that I find bodies in general appealing, I’ll go out on a limb and say that I like either grey hair or well-done subtle-but-unnatural shades. Bright colors tend to turn me off, but I think a tasteful head of soft pastel blue or deep hunter green hair would be absolutely gorgeous.


Do you prefer kissing or cuddling?
Cuddling. To quote from Bloom County, “lip-mashing is an oddity in the animal kingdom”.


Which ethnicity or nationality do you find most attractive?
Again with the body obsessions. How about instead I talk about the cultures I find attractive and sexy?
Cheerfully propagandistic, repressive societies give me perverse interest because of the opportunities for furtive groping and hiding sex acts from the commissars. This could be anything from the KGB to the HUAC, but it’s the hidden-vice angle that gets me.


Which furry creature do you find most attractive?
Ah-hah! Now we start getting into the realms of the interesting. Of course, being a being of many
moods, it depends on context and person. Somebody has to wear the body well, and what looks good on one personality will not necessarily work for all of them. When I’m in a mood for a dominating, powerful partner, I go for heavy predator types: bears, big cats, wild canids. When I’m feeling dommy, I prefer prey species: rabbits, mice, domesticated dogs. If I’m feeling ambivalent, what I find attractive can swing wildly, and whatever strikes my fancy has a strong chance of pushing me into one mindset or another. Irrespective of mood, vivid fur patterns such as stripes, spots, rosettes, and the like are always a positive.


Which furry creature do you find least attractive?
Male lions do not do it for me. Sorry, they just don’t. They don’t look sleek or regal; they’re just silly. Lionesses, however, are still a go. Aquatics and avians don’t interest me, though wings on regular furries are strangely compelling; they have the power to lend supernatural and otherworldly appeal to otherwise unremarkable creatures when done properly. Horses and hoofed mammals in general don’t actively hook me, but I wouldn’t kick one out of my bed.


What is the most unusual kink you know, not necessarily your own?
Every kink is unusual, in some fashion. After all, kink is personalized, and what you find kinky may turn off someone else. In fact, it probably will. Further, the Sears and Roebuck Theory of Kink suggests that if you select a rando
m object from a Sears and Roebuck catalog, somebody somewhere is likely <
sound of cheek smacking> either to that object or to pictures of it. In addition, I have myself acquired kinks over time as people have successfully pitched them to me in a fashion that I could myself find arousing. As a result, I try very hard to think of every kink as equal in some fashion. If I deride it today, it’s probably what I’ll be fantasizing tomorrow.


What are your kinks?
In no particular order, the most prominent of my ever-changing set of “that which turns me on” are

Lactation
Perhaps it’s a nature of not being able to do it, at least yet, but this pushes my buttons hard. I want to be able to nurse others. I find the idea of others nursing from me powerfully arousing. I want bigger breasts that will support more milk.

Pet Play
Putting down the burden of humanity and being an animal turns me on. Being treated as an animal, or a toy, or someone’s plaything, really turns me on. Let me be th’ buni. Yes, it’s probably creepy. I don’t care.


Exhibition
I want to be seen. I want to be shown off. I want to be exposed. I want to be used in public. The chance of being caught pushes the same button, hence the discussion above about propagandistic societies.


Bondage
Tether me, hobble me, restrict me. Take away my hands, my voice, my legs. Make me less than whole.


Piercing
Mark my body in a permanent way. Tie me up with my own body. Put cool metal through my hot flesh.


Chastity Play
Let me be aroused, but don’t let me climax. Keep me on the edge of release as long as you can.

These are, of course, only a subset of my interests, but they probably make up the lion’s share of them.


Last night, three years post-op, I achieved for the first time a climax brought about by another person’s direct actions.

Until this point, whenever we played together, whatever else was happening, it was my fingers between my legs, me playing with myself while other people did other things to me elsewhere. If it wasn’t my fingers, it wasn’t going to lead anywhere. However good it felt, it wasn’t going to make me orgasm.

Jessie was tender, intimate, careful, and very very insistent. She touched me expertly, and I responded. It took time, and at times I thought I was going to have to stop again, but she didn’t want to quit and I didn’t want her to do so. I wanted it, after so long, and apparently I was ready for it, because when it happened it was one of the most incredible releases I’d ever had.

When the rush and thrill had faded, I felt as if the disappointment and doubt in what I had done to myself in 2002 were finally gone. I had been afraid for so long that I would never feel another person give me that release, but it happened and everything felt… perfect.

To hell with the hype. There was something magical in that moment, something I may never feel again in any other orgasm, but that I know I’ve achieved it once, and that was enough.

It only gets better from here.