I reread all your posts on this thread today, as this subject is on my mind a lot lately. The situation I'm in is very difficult, as I'm sure you can all understand. I appreciate your honesty, as hard as it is to read.
A few things I wanted to add ...
My boyfriend started experimenting with drugs like ecstasy about 10 years ago. It was at that time that he started to have this attraction to t-girls. Over the years, yes, he has been intimate with them, but never had a desire to date them or become romantically involved, it's strictly a bi fetish thing. He truly believes that doing ecstasy brought out this sexual openness he'd never been exposed to before. Thought I should share that. This is something he mentioned to me.
Also, To be fair, I should be honest about something else as well. I, too, have fantasized about being with someone of the same sex. Yes, I have had a few experiences, about 4 or so. For me, the thought of a woman pleasuring me orally, or me her, is a major turn on. I often wondered why I felt this way because I have NO INTEREST in dating women, not in the least bit. But, for whatever reason, I am really aroused by the thought of it? Again, I am not interested in falling in love with a woman though! You know, as a woman, I can tell anyone this and it's usually received with a positive response. For men, as in my bf's case, it's usually the opposite, folks seem to automatically think you're gay or whatever - why is that? I wonder if my situation is the same as bf's, that he feels the exact same way about t-girls that I feel about women? Does anyone else see the double standard here?
On a side note ....
I almost wonder if I know too much now? Are some things better left unsaid? Is it better to keep some things from your partner? I've always been someone that believes in 100% honesty, but I don't know anymore? Before I knew all this, I was fine. Now, because I know, I walk around constantly thinking about it. I get visuals and picture him with these t-girls and I'll burst into tears. Then, after a good cry, I'll be fine. I'm so up and down, it's killing me. What do you think, is not knowing sometimes better?
Again, thanks for tellin' it like it is. It's tough to read, however, I do appreciate it.
Best to you all!