Coming to terms with my fantasies.
Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 1:09 am
I've been experiencing something of a paradigm shift in my fantasies lately.
I used to resist my fantasies. My fantasies were something I struggled with. Pre-Hypogonadism diagnosis I had sexual fantasies, probably not very exotic or strange to anyone on these boards, but they were shameful to me. I've always been very careful with my fantasies. I've never kept anything in the house or on my computer that someone might find, or stumble across. Truth be told, compared to what I know some people get up to in their fantasy lives, my imagination in this area has been pretty tame. With my being asexual, it may surprise you to think I even have sexual fantasies, but I do. Those fantasies are more about situations and relationships than sexual release. That hasn't changed.
What has recently shifted for me, is I discover I am finding a greater satisfaction in my fantasy life, imagining myself as sexless, and being in a situation that can be physical, but also sexless.
Prior to my Hypogonadism diagnosis I was still trying to find myself sexually. My fantasy life was still trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. As I have said in other posts, I still do get erections, I can still find release in my body. My fantasies were trying to magnify that tiny portion of my life into something more enjoyable than it is for me in reality. I could imagine (and still can) sexual sensations beyond what I really feel. I think it is the part of me, that could have been, or what I imagined sex could feel like if I were a traditionally functioning male. Sexual release for me is a tiny blip on the radar of my physical sensations. I imagine for others it is a much more consuming, and intense sensation, something that goes to the core of their being, not something that momentarily disturbs the surface. I can envision that feeling, and can vividly call it to my imagination, but have never experienced it in reality.
Since my diagnosis, I've been on a journey of self discovery. I'm sterile, and have come to accept that. My family knows now, and I no longer have to pretend to them, that I'm something I'm not. Most importantly, I can stop lying to myself. It has taken a while, but that reality is starting to change the way I fantasize. My subconscious is catching up with the rest of me.
I'm now finding much more satisfaction allowing my subconscious to play with the notion of going the other way. Where I used to imagine myself as more sexual, I am now allowing myself to play with the notion of myself as even less sexual. Eliminating the thing that has been a source of confusion and shame for me from my imaginary life is proving much more satisfying. My fantasies are becoming more vivid and fulfilling. My fantasies no longer need me to have an external physical release in an attempt to achieve my unattainable imaginings of what sexual release should feel like. (I don't feel the need to masturbate, for the sake of a release.)
I'm happier imagining myself cuddling and sharing an embrace. My mind conjures complex situations where I can be in a relationship where there is physicality without the pressure of sex or sexual release. It is something my mind can go to wherever I am, or whatever I am doing. It is not something I feel the need to have a real physical stimulation to enhance. It is a better fantasy without. It is a more childlike and innocent fantasy, but infinitely more rewarding to both my conscious mind, and my subconscious, than my fantasy life was prior.
Conjuring up the situation of a shared back and foot massage, with a partner that desires nothing more than that, has proven intensely satisfying. It satisfies in a way that the fantasy of a sexual encounter never could for me.
When I was given the diagnosis of my Hypogonadism, it revealed a lot to me. It explained all the trouble I've had with integrating sex into my life, and helped explain my body issues and mood swings. Learning what was at the core of my problems has had me re-examining every part of my life, and how I react to things externally. It cast a whole new perspective on my life up until that point. What I didn't realize was that I was carrying over all my confusion and misunderstandings about myself, over into that most private part of myself, my imagination.
Accepting what I am, and accepting my real physical limitations into my dream life, has been an epiphany. I can wander through my whole day with a big smile on my face, as in my imaginary world, I'm envisioning myself, more as I truly am, and who I truly want to be. Where the situation or relationship isn't building to a goal, the situation or relationship IS the goal. It is something more in tune with who I am as a person. It is no longer what I thought I should be as a person ( a being seeking some unattainable sexual stimulation).
Does that make sense to anyone else here?
I guess I'm trying to say, that my fantasies have evolved from a sexual release (which often included a castration fetish), to something more real to me. I am now enjoying a fantasy life where castration has already happened, and I'm just living as I really am. My fantasies have evolved to where living in acceptance of my asexuality is a rich and full existence.
This epiphany about my fantasy life is telling me something I've known for a while now. Some of us are meant to be eunuchs. We were born that way. Whether where I am in my life was born out of a lack of hormones in my body, or was born out of confusion and self loathing, I don't know. What I know is I've never allowed myself to really see myself for who I really am. I am a sexless being. Sex does not fit who I am. I think it is as valid a statement as saying; I am homosexual, or I am straight, or I am a man in a woman's body, or I am a woman in a man's body.
I am a eunuch in a somewhat male body. The important part is that I know I am a eunuch in the core of my being. I've stopped beating myself up over that.
The loss of two uncomfortable lumps of gristle between my legs, and the loss of that blip of feeling I get from enjoying myself, seem like pretty insignificant losses to me now. It is not an overriding need to be rid of those things for me. I'm not desperate to be castrated. As I'm coming to imagine my real life, and my real feeling though, the thought of it is becoming much more acceptable to me.
Thinking of myself as a MtE transsexual doesn't seem like such a grand leap anymore.
Perhaps to be considered anything more than a wannabe, I'd need to have that overriding desire for castration pushing me on. Pushing me to find a surgeon. Pushing me to find a way, any way, to rid myself of those pesky lumps. Can I ever be taken seriously as MtE if I'm not burning with desire to get it over with?
I'll be honest. If tomorrow I knew of a quick, safe, and painless way to become a eunuch, I wouldn't hesitate, but I'm not seeking it out. I'm not fighting buckets of hormones to have that need for it to stop. My hormones have always been more of a trickle, and now that I know how to handle my moods, very endurable.
For those who've gone through it, and those who are transgender, I'd be interested in hearing your thoughts. Is how I view myself, and how I fantasize about a permanent transition rational? Is viewing myself as a eunuch, and fantasizing about being sexless enough? Do I need that overwhelming desire to make it valid?
I think I'm in a weird spot compared to most of this community. I already have a dramatically diminished sex drive. I already experience most of what a physical eunuch does. I just still have two lumps of gristle dangling down there, proving I'm not one.
I'd value any opinion. I feel I'm at a point in my life where I'm finally ready to commit to who I really am. Where what I fantasize is finally in tune with the person I show to the world every day.
Your thoughts would really help me.
Thanks.
I used to resist my fantasies. My fantasies were something I struggled with. Pre-Hypogonadism diagnosis I had sexual fantasies, probably not very exotic or strange to anyone on these boards, but they were shameful to me. I've always been very careful with my fantasies. I've never kept anything in the house or on my computer that someone might find, or stumble across. Truth be told, compared to what I know some people get up to in their fantasy lives, my imagination in this area has been pretty tame. With my being asexual, it may surprise you to think I even have sexual fantasies, but I do. Those fantasies are more about situations and relationships than sexual release. That hasn't changed.
What has recently shifted for me, is I discover I am finding a greater satisfaction in my fantasy life, imagining myself as sexless, and being in a situation that can be physical, but also sexless.
Prior to my Hypogonadism diagnosis I was still trying to find myself sexually. My fantasy life was still trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. As I have said in other posts, I still do get erections, I can still find release in my body. My fantasies were trying to magnify that tiny portion of my life into something more enjoyable than it is for me in reality. I could imagine (and still can) sexual sensations beyond what I really feel. I think it is the part of me, that could have been, or what I imagined sex could feel like if I were a traditionally functioning male. Sexual release for me is a tiny blip on the radar of my physical sensations. I imagine for others it is a much more consuming, and intense sensation, something that goes to the core of their being, not something that momentarily disturbs the surface. I can envision that feeling, and can vividly call it to my imagination, but have never experienced it in reality.
Since my diagnosis, I've been on a journey of self discovery. I'm sterile, and have come to accept that. My family knows now, and I no longer have to pretend to them, that I'm something I'm not. Most importantly, I can stop lying to myself. It has taken a while, but that reality is starting to change the way I fantasize. My subconscious is catching up with the rest of me.
I'm now finding much more satisfaction allowing my subconscious to play with the notion of going the other way. Where I used to imagine myself as more sexual, I am now allowing myself to play with the notion of myself as even less sexual. Eliminating the thing that has been a source of confusion and shame for me from my imaginary life is proving much more satisfying. My fantasies are becoming more vivid and fulfilling. My fantasies no longer need me to have an external physical release in an attempt to achieve my unattainable imaginings of what sexual release should feel like. (I don't feel the need to masturbate, for the sake of a release.)
I'm happier imagining myself cuddling and sharing an embrace. My mind conjures complex situations where I can be in a relationship where there is physicality without the pressure of sex or sexual release. It is something my mind can go to wherever I am, or whatever I am doing. It is not something I feel the need to have a real physical stimulation to enhance. It is a better fantasy without. It is a more childlike and innocent fantasy, but infinitely more rewarding to both my conscious mind, and my subconscious, than my fantasy life was prior.
Conjuring up the situation of a shared back and foot massage, with a partner that desires nothing more than that, has proven intensely satisfying. It satisfies in a way that the fantasy of a sexual encounter never could for me.
When I was given the diagnosis of my Hypogonadism, it revealed a lot to me. It explained all the trouble I've had with integrating sex into my life, and helped explain my body issues and mood swings. Learning what was at the core of my problems has had me re-examining every part of my life, and how I react to things externally. It cast a whole new perspective on my life up until that point. What I didn't realize was that I was carrying over all my confusion and misunderstandings about myself, over into that most private part of myself, my imagination.
Accepting what I am, and accepting my real physical limitations into my dream life, has been an epiphany. I can wander through my whole day with a big smile on my face, as in my imaginary world, I'm envisioning myself, more as I truly am, and who I truly want to be. Where the situation or relationship isn't building to a goal, the situation or relationship IS the goal. It is something more in tune with who I am as a person. It is no longer what I thought I should be as a person ( a being seeking some unattainable sexual stimulation).
Does that make sense to anyone else here?
I guess I'm trying to say, that my fantasies have evolved from a sexual release (which often included a castration fetish), to something more real to me. I am now enjoying a fantasy life where castration has already happened, and I'm just living as I really am. My fantasies have evolved to where living in acceptance of my asexuality is a rich and full existence.
This epiphany about my fantasy life is telling me something I've known for a while now. Some of us are meant to be eunuchs. We were born that way. Whether where I am in my life was born out of a lack of hormones in my body, or was born out of confusion and self loathing, I don't know. What I know is I've never allowed myself to really see myself for who I really am. I am a sexless being. Sex does not fit who I am. I think it is as valid a statement as saying; I am homosexual, or I am straight, or I am a man in a woman's body, or I am a woman in a man's body.
I am a eunuch in a somewhat male body. The important part is that I know I am a eunuch in the core of my being. I've stopped beating myself up over that.
The loss of two uncomfortable lumps of gristle between my legs, and the loss of that blip of feeling I get from enjoying myself, seem like pretty insignificant losses to me now. It is not an overriding need to be rid of those things for me. I'm not desperate to be castrated. As I'm coming to imagine my real life, and my real feeling though, the thought of it is becoming much more acceptable to me.
Thinking of myself as a MtE transsexual doesn't seem like such a grand leap anymore.
Perhaps to be considered anything more than a wannabe, I'd need to have that overriding desire for castration pushing me on. Pushing me to find a surgeon. Pushing me to find a way, any way, to rid myself of those pesky lumps. Can I ever be taken seriously as MtE if I'm not burning with desire to get it over with?
I'll be honest. If tomorrow I knew of a quick, safe, and painless way to become a eunuch, I wouldn't hesitate, but I'm not seeking it out. I'm not fighting buckets of hormones to have that need for it to stop. My hormones have always been more of a trickle, and now that I know how to handle my moods, very endurable.
For those who've gone through it, and those who are transgender, I'd be interested in hearing your thoughts. Is how I view myself, and how I fantasize about a permanent transition rational? Is viewing myself as a eunuch, and fantasizing about being sexless enough? Do I need that overwhelming desire to make it valid?
I think I'm in a weird spot compared to most of this community. I already have a dramatically diminished sex drive. I already experience most of what a physical eunuch does. I just still have two lumps of gristle dangling down there, proving I'm not one.
I'd value any opinion. I feel I'm at a point in my life where I'm finally ready to commit to who I really am. Where what I fantasize is finally in tune with the person I show to the world every day.
Your thoughts would really help me.
Thanks.