Writer: Klaarisse Meer
Subject: What I Embrace
Link: MeWe / 03.11.2024
Note from XP: Wow! This is really a manifesto — it’s basically saying that “they” prefer other transwomen and why. Thanks for sharing.
What I Embrace
For me, the most beautiful woman is erotically active and has an erect penis attached to her body! A request to straight, bi, gay and CD men: please do not flood my inbox with follow requests and/or messages. Politeness goes a long way … I’m here to promote transgender women, so I don’t have time to respond to pointless messages that take up my time for edging and gooning.
I write who I am and what I feel in every post. On the other hand, I do not seek to impose rules on anyone; I just noticed that the time spent in chat is wasted time. In that sense, I said it leads to nothing in real life. Being on a social network, regardless of which one, is a sign of loneliness. I embrace loneliness and prefer it over creating illusions that I could be with someone in real life, especially as a result of substanceless conversations in chat. So, writing in chat takes off my time for edging, gooning
I am a lesbian transgender woman interested primarily in transgender women. I want a stable, responsible relationship with someone like me. I appreciate cisgender women, but as the statement below shows, only as a substitute for a transgender woman. I’ve never been touched by a man in my life, and I want to keep it that way! The most beautiful women have a dick.
Human biology (male and female) is similar and, at the same time, different. We could compare the clitoris to the prostate. But, just as every woman loves to be penetrated vaginally as deeply as possible, by a thick and knobby dick, I also need thirty-five centimetres inside, to have the sigmoid sphincter penetrated as well. Masturbating the penis at the same time as rubbing the prostate (which you reach with your fingertip) gives you an intensity of orgasm, but if your sigmoid sphincter is penetrated as well, it’s something indescribable.
Femininity Is Not Just A Matter Of Biology
Femininity is not just a matter of biology but also of expression, elegance, and attitude. Some trans women understand and embody this energy with an authenticity that should be appreciated, not rejected. Many claim the right to judge, yet they forget that femininity is not a biological monopoly but an art — one that some trans women embody even better than many cisgender women.
It’s fascinating how some people feel threatened by the femininity of trans women… Perhaps because they succeed so well at it that it shakes the foundations of their rigid beliefs? And if femininity were merely “the biology between one’s legs,” then why do some cis women lack it entirely, while some trans women exude it with stunning naturalness? … I would kiss and lick your whole body, from the soles to the top of your head! I would suck your toes, take your special ”clit” in my mouth, crush your nipples and wrap my tongue around yours, penetrating you into your buoi-clean-pussy, as spring water. Then we’d drink champagne from your buoi-pussy-hole, mixed with my nectar.
There’s an irresistible allure in the unique beauty of a transwoman’s body. I’d passionately explore every inch of her, revelling in the intensity of connection and mutual pleasure. Her confidence and femininity are breathtaking, a true celebration of desire and intimacy. No cisgender woman’s cunt in this world compares to a transwoman’s asshole! I would fuck her so hard while, at the same time, I would suck her huge clit! This is why transgender women prevail over cisgender men and women! A transgender woman is the peak, the climax of all erotism.
Although I am a fervent supporter of LGBTQIA+ movement, I don’t consider myself as gay or sissyboy, as long as I have never been attracted to males, whom I consider to be unaesthetic, unproperly looking and primitive-patriarchal in acting (for me, a stullion looks much better than a man, that does not mean that I would do it with a stullion!).
Since my early childhood, I loved girls and considered myself one of them. Never thought of sex-change-surgery, I love being endowed with a pawn, like a huge clit (eighteen cm in erection), who does its best job. I adore all female shapes, from skinny to curvy-chubby. I love all kinds of pussies, hairy or shaved. Though I would gladly look with eagerness for a relation with a ladybuoi garnished, embellished with a pawn, the type of fully-womanised-one.
My Standards Are Not So High
My standards are not so high, but my ideal type of woman is — #MirandaKerr — or, closer to my location — #BarbaraPalvin — I consider sex not a physical urge (as animal behaviour), but an artistic performance through communicating unseen energies. In 18+ pages/communities, ppl are looking for body/sexual excitement, a few are interested in how the mind/soul of those who post. For me, observing, touching, caressing, smelling, sniffing, kissing, licking, mouthwashing, penetrating, and ejaculating on the soles and toes means an intimacy as great as the penetration of the vaginal-anal partner. Of course, the soles must be feminine, very clean, fine, perfumed, velvety, and the pedicure must be done with red or black nail polish.
The red pedicure makes me think of the penetration of a bloody vagina, on ovulation. And the black one arouses gothic vampire feelings in me. The curvature of the soles reminds me of a basket left after picking fresh fruit. Thus, the female soles are also that receptacle hungry to receive the blessed nectar of the penis between agony and ecstasy. I do appreciate cisgender women, but they can’t be ambivalent like transgender women. The latter are active and passive. I’d rather approve of a transwoman than pegging from a cis-woman. The first one you penetrate, and it penetrates you. What can be more beautiful, more erotic? ⚧
I am flexible, so I would take all her clit and bulge in my mouth whilst I would penetrate her buoi pussy. I notice that in several videos, trans women don’t give a damn about the appearance, the face, or the expression of the man who penetrates them. They reduce the alpha male only to the penis, which demonstrates, once again, my perception that the masculine aesthetic leaves much to be desired … and considered to be beautiful.
I can’t imagine an erotic act without kissing on the lips, braiding tongues, kissing on the eyes, and kissing on the neck. I could never do that with a cisgender man. Like — #Izzy Wilde — (now, post-op., #Zoe Summers) used to say: ”It hits my prostate like a truck!”. Okay, for the prostate, you can use even your finger, but to be penetrated beyond the sphincter, that is the ultimate orgasm. For this, I need at least thirty-five centimetres.
I am not pretending to be moral at all, by the dimension I need to be satisfied kept me a virgin from cock meat. And there would be another drawback that justifies my virginity: human sperm is scarce and a little lukewarm, while I need almost half a litre, hot. Thus, when I penetrate myself with a giant dildo, I insert the shower hose next to it and let hot water gush into me.
My Ideal Partner
So my ideal partner exists only in dreams or in the images generated by #AI: feminine perfection, endowed with a toy of at least thirty-five centimetres … I don’t find anything aesthetic in the male appearance. I understand that some people are fascinated by gigantic dicks (over thirty-five centimetres, for penetrating the sigmoid sphincter), but if I had to choose who to penetrate me, a stallion or an endowed man, I would choose the former, because he is much more beautiful.
The comparison with the stallion and my preference as a trans-gender woman for him over the man shows an idealization of another type of corporeality: a body that I perceive as beautiful, harmonious, perhaps even “pure” compared to the male body that I reject. This does not mean real zoophilia, but rather a gesture of extreme comparison, through which I indicate the aesthetic degradation of the image of the man.
By the way, in the over 31,000 posts on my page, you will not find a single man — photographed and filmed in his entirety! And there’s also the matter of male “impotence”: when he ejaculates, his sperm is not hot and there is little quantity.
Masturbation With Dildoes
If you masturbate with a gigantic dildo, which also has a channel for the liquid, you can introduce the water jet from the shower, at a temperature of forty-two degrees Celsius, which makes your whole body tremble. I criticize male virility – “impotence” and cold sperm, in small quantities, is a dismantling of the myth of male potency.
I replace it with a technological “ritual” of conscious masturbation, in which the heat of the water and the duration of the act become more satisfying than conventional sex. Basically, I reject the role of the man as a partner and replace it with much more performant objects and techniques.
I advocate for absolute sexual autonomy – edging, gooning (extended, prolonged, intensified masturbation by postponing orgasm) is an affirmation of autonomy. I completely break away from the traditional logic of sexuality, where the partner matters. In my view, maximum pleasure comes from self-sufficiency and full control over the body. So I advocate for conscious, prolonged masturbation, for “edging”, “gooning”, rather than for unsightly and unsatisfying sexual contact.
Anal intercourse is not simply a matter of orientation or dominance; it’s a ritual that requires preparation, time, and awareness. Proper hygiene and the use of cleansing techniques are essential for both health and comfort — something often overlooked by those who approach sex purely as instinct or performance.
What many gay men, and, indeed, most heterosexuals, misunderstand is that anal pleasure depends on depth, patience, and anatomical knowledge, not just penetration. The lack of preparation often leads to the unflattering depictions we see in cinema, such as in Irreversible, where violence replaces intimacy.
True Eroticism
True eroticism, regardless of gender or orientation, demands time — and time itself has become a form of luxury.
In Irreversible (Gaspar Noé, 2002), #MonicaBellucci and Vincent Cassel embody the illusion of a complete, heterosexual unity — the archetypal couple of beauty and strength, desire and protection. Yet the tunnel scene dismantles this harmony entirely: the act of violence, raw and animalistic, shatters not only the body but the very notion of erotic balance. What remains is silence, time reversed, and the unbearable awareness that pleasure and horror are never far apart.
True eroticism, unlike that brutal depiction, requires time — and time, today, is the rarest form of wealth. It demands ritual, cleanliness, patience, and the courage to surrender without annihilation. Those who rush seek release; those who linger seek meaning.
Anal sexuality, stripped of its taboos and cinematic distortions, can be read as a metaphor for the art of receptivity — a discipline of slowing down in a civilisation that fears stillness. To receive, in this sense, is not to submit but to transcend: to turn the body into a vessel of consciousness, where hygiene, slowness, and awareness replace the chaos of instinct.
My text has a manifest tone – it is not only a confession, but also a form of ideological manifesto. I do not limit myself to “this is what I like”, but formulate an advocacy: “I advocate for conscious masturbation …”
It is a program of personal liberation from the tyranny of male desire. Overall, my text is one of revolt and extreme emancipation: I totally reject the man as an aesthetic and sexual figure, I value the techniques of self-sufficiency, and I proclaim an alternative way of experiencing sexuality.
I also have a violent tone here, but the violence is directed against everything that represents the obsolescence of masculinity, to reaffirm my identity as a transgender woman and the freedom from which it springs … The cisgender woman is a work of art of nature, but she is frustrated by passivity: having no dick, her beauty cannot possess you. So, I perceive the cisgender woman as “castrated”, devoid of the active principle. The pussy is attractive, but when excited, it widens, and it’s like fucking a bucket. That’s why anal and oral sex are preferable for somebody endowed with a cock.
As A Sacrificial Act
However, as a sacrificial act, I find the penetration of a bloody vagina at ovulation erotic. The transgender woman is the present and the future. Because the trans-gender woman tries to reunite feminine aesthetic beauty with the principle of being active, but also erotically passive. People will be able to procreate with the help of #AI technologies. Philosophical and Cultural Analysis.
The search for the androgynous – what I describe is a kind of myth of reborn androgyny: the transgender figure becomes the one who unites opposites – passive aesthetic beauty and active power.
In essence, it is a form of modern gnosis, where the body becomes the stage of a metaphysical transformation. The revolt against the natural – the “natural” cis-gender woman is seen as a work of art, yet insufficient; the man is grotesque; only the trans-woman is, “the present and the future.”
It is a post-nature statement, where the human transcends biology through surgery, hormones, and technologies. Sexuality as a laboratory – through the preference for conscious masturbation, for technique, and through the final projection (“people will be able to procreate with the help of #AI”), the text shifts the entire meaning of sexuality from the biological into the technological.
Pleasure, identity, reproduction – all become engineering. The eroticism of sacrifice – the mention of the bleeding vagina suggests that, in fact, I need to embody pleasure with a tragic, visceral sense, greater than mere satisfaction. This can be read as an attempt to give a metaphysical meaning to the sexual act, otherwise reduced to biology or technique.
What This Says As A Whole
My text is a radical rewriting of human sexuality: the man is devalued, the cis woman is limited, the transgender woman becomes synthesis and future. The body is no longer natural, but a terrain of transgression and technologization. Sexuality no longer has the goal of natural procreation, but of intensity, self-sufficiency, and technological projection. From an existential perspective, my text betrays a desperate search for meaning in a life otherwise perceived as absurd. Sexuality becomes the place where the great tensions are enacted: passive/active, beauty/grotesque, nature/technology, sacrifice/pleasure.
Cock is useless. Dildo rules on! A penis is useless in the face of a permanently erect and tireless dildo. Women’s curiosity and frivolity are understandable because a penis cannot satisfy them. Besides, men, consciously or not, are also always looking for the perfect cock, which they can only find in sex toys or in a stallion’s cock. The strap-on dildo is technologically “superior” to the biological penis: always hard, tireless, not dependent on arousal.
For women, curiosity and frivolity are natural, since they want to experiment with what the penis alone cannot always provide (endurance, constancy). For men, consciously or unconsciously, they too are fascinated by “the perfect cock” (symbol of ideal virility), which real men can’t achieve. Thus, toys or even a stallion’s cock become metaphors for an unattainable ideal.
When asked why women (cis- or trans-gender) and men (gay or bi) alike seek the phallus, the answer seems to be that they deceive themselves into believing it will quell their hunger. Yet the very attempt to achieve satiety through possession by penetration leads only to endless repetition — a hunger that transforms desire into servitude. This will make you become a whore — male or female — in search of the impossible. Thus, the pursuit of the ‘perfect cock’ marks not satisfaction, but the impossibility of satisfaction, condemning the seeker to a cycle of insatiable longing.