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POSTED BY MARK ANGELO CUMMINGS ⋅ MAY 6, 2018 ⋅ LEAVE A COMMENT

I have always been an honest person. Those that have followed me since I became a public figure in 2006 know me well. In fact, my presentation was always candid and my passion to educate society regarding trans issues came from my heart. It wasn’t till I got involved with trans women that, well, my life took a turn for the worse. Why is that?

I began reflecting and soul searching. This is the best way in my opinion to find the crux of the matter. I had been with bio women since I began relationships at a very young age, in fact, my very first physical encounter was with our maid at the age of 13, in El Paso Texas.

Women are wonderful creatures, we, and I will include myself in this because lets face it I was born with a vagina and I am not delusional enough to think that I am a man. Yes I love my masculine expression, and as I told my mother last night, ” lets get real here, I could never physically return to being Maritza”, that ship has sailed and I now am faced with living out the rest of my life as a hybrid man. I regress, every physical encounter has been with Gods greatest creation, Women. Women are stable, responsible and very caring. Now I know, not every single female fits this description, nature does make mistakes but for the most part they are. So when I started dating TransWomen, life took a very bad turn.

Now let me add a disclaimer before the witches of trans land get restless, I have great trans women friends, and I love them. Some trans women are and can be stable. Kristeen Beck is a wonderful example of one, but most are men who did not succeed in manhood and for all the wrong reasons decided they would take a crack at being a “girl”. You know the type, they transition late in life have made a family, they spend hours in front of the mirror, trying to create the perfect female, buying clothing, wigs, shoes and all the accessories in hopes to find what they are looking for in that said mirror. They fall in love with their image and everyone else in their life becomes an acccesory to play along with their fantasies. These individuals showed no inkling of being female throughout their lives and trust me femininity is not something you can hide as a child, and in addition it becomes a shock to their love ones when they transition, they are a totally different version of what a transsexual is.

These individual can try to fake their transness, but are obviously in battle with their lives because their man persona just does not want to back down. They are never happy, going from relationships to relationships because their needs are not being met. They are not being told what they want to hear and their perfect life scenario continues to lack.

So, yes, where was I? Oh yes bad trans relationships. I am scared for life since being in relationships with trans females, and frankly, I have never had to deal with these sorta things I dealt with trans relationships with real women. For starters the controlling factor is evident, yet, they claim I’m the controlling one? But I specifically remember the encounter with the Argentinian trans person who lived with their mother, and may I add, was very head strong and was rather voicestrous and demanding. Always debating and wanting to prove their point.

All had strong characters but were absent of that knowledge, they saw a submissive version of who they really are. Now I know women are not all submissive, but why portray yourself as such? Argentinian trans “girl”, saw themself as a Gisha, boy was I sold the wrong bag of goods. Yes, we trans men crave power authority, heck we were raised to be submissive and to cater to men, so most of us like the idea of being in charge, so when I was told I found a Gisha I jumped at the opportunity.

So, I regress yet again, frankly in my opinion it’s all about the image in the mirror, that’s it folks, nothing less nothing more. They have a great relationship with mirrors but when it comes to real life, they fail. They are nothing without their garments, their much needed accesories to orchestrate the life they wish they had.

Every genetic girl I dated or had relationships with were not defined by their clothing or looks. They were woman no matter what. So what I’m saying is if shopping, mirrors and trying to create yourself is what defines you then no you are not who you say you are.

I have learned that having a relationship with trans women will always lead to failure they are not at all like the women I dated and lived in the past, that’s just facts. I had something to compare to, people can get enraged all they want but I will always speak the truth.

As I know I’m not a real man, I do not act as one, I may look the part, androgen is a powerful substance, yet, I cannot erase 38 years of my upbringing and living just because I wish to have the world see me as a “man”. I believe the sooner we trans folks get real with ourselves the easier our lives will become. Do you, be happy but stop trying to force things on people. You are not fooling anyone.

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