Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Do I Love Women Too Much?

What an odd thing to wonder! Can you love anything too much? Any thing? Yes, certainly, alcohol, sugar. But people? Can you love a gender too much or a race or an age group? Perhaps.

I can only think of two times in my life where I was not hopelessly in love with women. And by "in love" I do not mean just their bodies (although those are delightful), but also the way they think and speak and even the puzzling way they feel about things.

1. High School - Hey, there was a lot going on. I was in love and it was a high drama relationship. I wanted my dream girl, but that's not who I was dating. I loved the girl I was dating, but she wasn't my dream girl. There were lots of highs and far too many lows. When we were in love, we loved in a manner that is difficult to attain as an adult. We kissed until our mouths were numb . . . maybe because it was new. Maybe because we were too young to have anything better to do. It was the lows that made me wonder about women. It was the hurt that made me dislike women.

I got over it.

2. Divorce - Honestly, a divorce is a simple way to put your guts and psyche through the spin-cycle. I honestly was angry at all women for the behavior my ex-wife displayed. They didn't say what they meant. Why didn't they just ask for what they wanted instead of being so indirect, leaving breadcrumbs, clues for us thick-skulled boys to try and figure out? When she wanted something and I managed to give it to her, she found she didn't want it anymore or maybe realized she'd never wanted it. I blamed all women for awhile.

I got over this, too. It's funny that a lot of the things that angered me about female behavior I now value as being wonderfully feminine. A lot of the traits I applied to all women could really just be attributed to my ex-wife, who was struggling and in pain and looking for happiness. I'm sad to say I don't think she's found it. I honestly hope she does, because now that I'm not angry at her anymore and I acknowledge my failures as a friend, husband and lover, I find I really want her to be happy somewhere with someone.

It's funny that the female characters I write tend to often be a device designed to help introduce the male character to his own feminine side, though that feminine side is usually a hyperbolized, stereotypical portrayal of a female. Well . . . maybe that's only funny to me.

My entire life I've always been a little more comfortable in a group of females than I ever was in a group of males. I like men well enough, but I find them boring. Women are fascinating and they smell delicious and there's always the chance I'll get to see them naked, lol. Being the only guy in a group of women gets you a lot more attention, by the way, though not necessarily laid. But you do gleam some insights that help with that as well.

As an aside, I ran into a small block today while writing. It was surging along pretty well, but then I just sort of ran out of steam. So now I'm writing this blog and figuring out a way to get back into that spell.

It's called Nine Portals. It's a little sci-fi, a whole lot of TG, and probably a lot less feminization and more of a transgender transformation type story. I really enjoyed writing other Sci-Fi TG. I'll list a few below:

Gulliver's Planet - Terri is the best salesman in the Universe and he's ready to sell his wares to the Pleasure Domes, but the only way to get there is to upload his brain onto a beam of light and have it downloaded into a rental clone. One little mixup can spoil everything, and sometimes make things better. (There is a sequel called Return to Gulliver's Planet.)

Band on the Run - When a riot breaks out at the band's first arena gig, there's only one way off the planet and that's to mask their bio-signatures. But how does one do that? Hmm, maybe a little change is in order. (There are 4 parts to this. They should be easy to find.)

Tales from Gulliver's Planet: Little Girl Blew - Alexander Ames was a burned out Ad-Exec who needed a vacation, so he decided to have himself downloaded into a Gulliver-brand pleasure doll to play on one of Gulliver's pleasure planets. Things don't always go as planned. (This is also a 4-part story with a sequel.)

Happy Holidays, in case I don't blog again before the season's over!


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