It’s the best part of this kink for both sides.

That sense of subtle humiliation as someone’s sense of identity starts to crumble.

So much emphasis has been placed on being proud of being gay that, when those real desires come knocking, it’s easy to feel so very lost.

Gender traitor. Tourist. There are so many ways that the women you identified with would label you, and all of them as bad or worse as what men would do to you.

But the beautiful thing is that part of you craves it… Wants to be seen as a fallen thing that threw away their pride to listen to what’s between their legs.

And so, there’s a decision to be made. Bottle it up and keep fetishizing sex with men? Explore in secret, knowing that you’re never going to be able to be your true self openly? Or throw yourselves out into the open for the whole world to judge you?

Whatever you choose, just understand… You cannot change what you are. And what you are is desperate for a man.