Male Ego + Slippery Grass = Zero Fem Time
I've been down and out and haven't logged onto Xhamster for the past 72 hours, and am currently sitting in my recliner switching back and forth between Wimbledon and a rerun of the first stage of the Tour de France. It is a beautiful sunny, cool day, blue skies, green grass, and a time when every right-thinking person should be out enjoying the world. Except for those with a recently sprained ACL, of course.
On July Fourth I went to a family grillout/barbecue, hot dogs, hamburgers, chicken breasts, potato salad, cole slaw, baked beans, corn-on-the-cob, watermelon, cherry pie a la mode, et cetera, all washed down with Beer, Gin & Tonic, Bourbon, and Sangria. An orgy of Americana, in other words. A Cornhole toss-across was present, along with a basketball hoop in the driveway, and, oh, yes, a Badminton net in the yard.
Bear in mind that at this event I was in full masculine mode as Daddy and Grandpa figure, because I'm not "out" to the family or close friends. Not ashamed, just not willing to put up with all of the questions and other crap that I know would arise.
So, what does Daddy/Grandpa do in full masculine mode: Cornhole, Basketball, or Badminton? The bean bag game was being occupied by the younger k**s and their moms, and at my age my vertical leap is maxxed-out if you can slide a Sunday New York Times in the space between my shoes and the ground, which ruled out basketball against teen-agers. So, I wound up playing badminton against my nephew, to whom I was only giving away two decades instead of four or five.
For those of you who think that badminton is a sissy game, and a good choice for a secret sissy like me, think again! It requires a lot of foot speed and agility to reach the shuttlecock, and on a day when the temp was hovering around 85-90, it was easy to work up a sweat and get dehydrated, which dictated frequent refills at the G&T stand! Anyway, without dragging things out, I slipped on the grass, twisted my knee, and went down. The influence of the aforesaid G&T on both my good sense and my sense of balance is still being debated, but I shall not digress into the personal attacks which I've endured from those who ostensibly love me and want me to acknowledge my senior citizen status. I limped around, borrowed a knee brace and a cane from my son-in-law (the host of the party), and enjoyed the food and conversation, and the bottle rockets. I put an ice pack on the knee for an hour before getting in bed, but wound up going to my family doctor on crutches on Thursday with a painful and swollen right knee. Diagnosis: Sprained ACL. Treatement: Ice, Compression, anti-inflammatory meds, bed rest to minimize the swelling for a few days, and then a heavy brace plus crutches to minimize weight bearing and joint movement for ten days to two weeks. If that doesn't solve the problem, then the more ominous possiblity of an MRI and surgery still looms, although that does seem unlikely according to the present state of facts.
So, I am out of action for anything more strenuous than going to the bathroom, and am in fact sleeping in my recliner to avoid climbing the stairway. Already, I'm starting to go bug-fuck crazy, it's only half-past noon today, Saturday, and I feel like I've been up for eight hours. It's also given me too much time to think.
What is the weirdness inside which makes me still ultra-competitive in athletic contests? I don't do many athletic activities when I'm in Fem presentation, mainly bicycle riding, or bar games like darts and shuffleboard, but the fact is that I play to win within the rules at all times. Is it testosterone, am I really not as Trans as I think, or just the residual psychological imperative which I learned when I was a young boy/teenager/man? Sort of raised questions in my mind about the whole idea of what are "manly man" activities and motivations, and what are feminine? Take Serena Williams, who just had a baby, highly competitive, heavily muscled, and clearly other than the fact that she is obviously a genetic woman you'd think her psychological profile might be masculine. I know from reading about her that she and her older sister Venus were brought up by her father to think that way (i.e. Be Feminine!)
Anyway, I'll have down time to ponder the philosophical issues: I have female relatives, ex-wife, daughters, and sister, dropping by at odd times over the next couple of weeks, and won't have much time to be on xhamster. As The Governator says, "I'll be back!" But, maybe not soon.
On July Fourth I went to a family grillout/barbecue, hot dogs, hamburgers, chicken breasts, potato salad, cole slaw, baked beans, corn-on-the-cob, watermelon, cherry pie a la mode, et cetera, all washed down with Beer, Gin & Tonic, Bourbon, and Sangria. An orgy of Americana, in other words. A Cornhole toss-across was present, along with a basketball hoop in the driveway, and, oh, yes, a Badminton net in the yard.
Bear in mind that at this event I was in full masculine mode as Daddy and Grandpa figure, because I'm not "out" to the family or close friends. Not ashamed, just not willing to put up with all of the questions and other crap that I know would arise.
So, what does Daddy/Grandpa do in full masculine mode: Cornhole, Basketball, or Badminton? The bean bag game was being occupied by the younger k**s and their moms, and at my age my vertical leap is maxxed-out if you can slide a Sunday New York Times in the space between my shoes and the ground, which ruled out basketball against teen-agers. So, I wound up playing badminton against my nephew, to whom I was only giving away two decades instead of four or five.
For those of you who think that badminton is a sissy game, and a good choice for a secret sissy like me, think again! It requires a lot of foot speed and agility to reach the shuttlecock, and on a day when the temp was hovering around 85-90, it was easy to work up a sweat and get dehydrated, which dictated frequent refills at the G&T stand! Anyway, without dragging things out, I slipped on the grass, twisted my knee, and went down. The influence of the aforesaid G&T on both my good sense and my sense of balance is still being debated, but I shall not digress into the personal attacks which I've endured from those who ostensibly love me and want me to acknowledge my senior citizen status. I limped around, borrowed a knee brace and a cane from my son-in-law (the host of the party), and enjoyed the food and conversation, and the bottle rockets. I put an ice pack on the knee for an hour before getting in bed, but wound up going to my family doctor on crutches on Thursday with a painful and swollen right knee. Diagnosis: Sprained ACL. Treatement: Ice, Compression, anti-inflammatory meds, bed rest to minimize the swelling for a few days, and then a heavy brace plus crutches to minimize weight bearing and joint movement for ten days to two weeks. If that doesn't solve the problem, then the more ominous possiblity of an MRI and surgery still looms, although that does seem unlikely according to the present state of facts.
So, I am out of action for anything more strenuous than going to the bathroom, and am in fact sleeping in my recliner to avoid climbing the stairway. Already, I'm starting to go bug-fuck crazy, it's only half-past noon today, Saturday, and I feel like I've been up for eight hours. It's also given me too much time to think.
What is the weirdness inside which makes me still ultra-competitive in athletic contests? I don't do many athletic activities when I'm in Fem presentation, mainly bicycle riding, or bar games like darts and shuffleboard, but the fact is that I play to win within the rules at all times. Is it testosterone, am I really not as Trans as I think, or just the residual psychological imperative which I learned when I was a young boy/teenager/man? Sort of raised questions in my mind about the whole idea of what are "manly man" activities and motivations, and what are feminine? Take Serena Williams, who just had a baby, highly competitive, heavily muscled, and clearly other than the fact that she is obviously a genetic woman you'd think her psychological profile might be masculine. I know from reading about her that she and her older sister Venus were brought up by her father to think that way (i.e. Be Feminine!)
Anyway, I'll have down time to ponder the philosophical issues: I have female relatives, ex-wife, daughters, and sister, dropping by at odd times over the next couple of weeks, and won't have much time to be on xhamster. As The Governator says, "I'll be back!" But, maybe not soon.
6 years ago
stuck in that recliner. you wouldn't had any time to THINK either
except, OMG I think I'm gonna cum AGAIN LOL