Dreaming your narcotic dreams

A while back, my tumblr finally got to the point where I couldn’t open it in public without the possibility of permanently scarring the lady in line behind me at the coffee shop. As amusing as it is to imagine some of the locals who utter “anal” sotto voce reacting to CBT gifs, I am not actually an asshole. Usually. To unsuspecting bystanders.

I started a new tumblr just for porn (here). Once I had isolated the porn to one feed, and one place to reblog, I started to notice things about my preferences that had never quite popped out at me before. I had known that I liked vintage lingerie, that corsets and stockings were a favorite, so no surprises there. Redheads? Well, next you’ll tell me I’m living on planet Earth. I also had it confirmed that most femdom porn is pretty much every tiresome stereotype that doesn’t do it for me, that disembodied body parts sometimes seem almost squicky, and that I don’t care how physically attractive the person is, if they seem disinterested/detached from the photos, particularly when it’s porn, I can’t dig it. One of the reasons I’m into James Deen even though I find him physically meh is the fact that he brings intensity to porn, even when cut down to tumblr-friendly gifs.

One thing I didn’t expect is for it to be reassuring and solidify some of my feelings about crossdressing. I’ve been known to say that if a decade spent as a goth doesn’t make you appreciate pretty boys in eyeliner and fishnet, nothing will, and those are indeed two of my favorite things to see on an attractive man. Unfortunately, when it comes to men, the sleek vintage styles and fishnet I prefer seem to be somewhat harder to find good porn of, even on tumblr. I had this conversation just yesterday:

“The problem with the crossdresser porn feeds I’ve found is that they tend to be overrun by sissies. And that’s not my bag. I mean, why are they hoarding all the ruffles? I don’t think there’s a shortage!” I said to my friend.

“Well, everyone “girls” differently.” she pointed out with her “I am being reasonable” tone of voice.

“Uh, yeah, but the important thing here is my boner.”

“Oh, right, of course.”

“And then, having kitted up in all the lace and heels and the… the everything, they basically just take a picture of their dick.” I fussed, thinking about all the badly framed genital closeups I’d boredly scrolled past the last time I hopped on tumblr.

So my search for a source of boys in panties, that isn’t just cock shots set in a battenburg lace factory explosion, continues.