1/2/25

I didn’t always like attention, but I have always wanted it. I have always needed it. It was need that I did not understand. A need I fought against, feared even. No longer.

I shed more than my masculine trappings when I came out as transgender. I shed my shame. I shed my fear. I was free now, free to explore, understand, and express who I was. That is why I took my clothes off.

Is it art? Is it porn? Is it sex work? Does it matter? I like it. I like to be seen. I like to be desired. I like attention. I always have.

1/8/25

I get a lot of dick pics now. Not as many as I’d like. If I’m being honest. I want more. Not just because I like dicks(while we’re being honest, who doesn’t?) but because it makes me feel admired and admiration makes me feel powerful. Is that what it is, ultimately? Am I looking for empowerment? That seems right. But back to the dicks.

Guys send me pictures of their dicks. That fascinates me. First of all most are very polite about it and ask me if it’s ok before they send me anything. Good on them, one point for Gryffindor. Here is the deal though, why do it?

Why send a stranger a picture of you naked? It is obviously a more conservative form of exhibitionism. I want people to see me naked. I need to have people see me naked. Clearly these guys get off on it too. But there is more to it than that for me.