I still adore the thought that the women I love go-sexpot, I want to be cucked... But (it may be in female psychophysiology) in so professing, 'she' seems aways to think it glorious to so belittle humiliate 'this shit she has to put up with' in preference for the blak beachbum she chooses on romance tourism with whom to so-firmly-happy-ever-after bond/wed... what then gives me joy becomes the very victimized wimp-ized-man-no-more to so-hurt... But: here I give notice: it no longer hurts, it the spurning is the EXPECTED, and indeed being jilted, fucked-over makes the once-male soft, and if fortunate can feminize fully the shamed cuckold to look and be in all things womanly... PLEASE WORLD NOTE THAT MY WOMANIZATION OF THIS SORT IS BUT SWEET AND WITH ITS UTTER LIFE-JOYS, I say as delighted transF!!!!!

 In my circle, it has become rather well-known that somehow-- after a life-prodrome in 'ugly duckling' status, and thus with in love an uninterrupted series of jilts by women (the ones I worship), by now my 'jealousy button' has been inverted, I actually as now powerfully ENJOY the now-woman-I-love to 'fool around' fundamentally as the metaphor goes; I think this means-- albeit never to have a real opportunity structure in this regard- that I would love to be a cuckold male-- not so much to be-humiliated at all, but emphatically that My Love become powerfully fulfilled in sexual activity, with almost no regard for me except to be 'there,' informed please not doing coy-hiding.

My Ex knew that I was utterly OK with her so-called, appreciated-by-me infidelities starting with interracials, going ever-secretly into free-dating, topping with her Caribbean tours of kind 'hot' white women make for-- unspoken-- romance tourism.

Ex was so coy, never telling me about these extra pleasures, at the same time rabidly jealous of any attention I may (virtually a never-event) regard re a woman-not-her, AND at the same time disgusted with me and her marriage with me, telling all my associates in my profession of how awful, how dangerous I seemed sans evidence to be.

In effect, then, status post divorce and several relations with women-- virtually all of these women as did my Ex preferring undescribed infidelities, largely playing the 'race card' to only crave black men, I would be rejected despite my plainly spoken liking for these lady-loves preference for black men more than me, ever.

In other words, while I always in adult romance held myself out as wanting to be cuckolded, I got rejected-- to the very legal punishment stalking for loving these women's so-called (why?) bulls-- I was never accepted but REJECTED SHAMED SCORNED as cuck... Cuckolding that did happen in these episodes each time always netted being jilted-- with the joy of loving Her4 the fuk strange best-if-black.

I still adore the thought that the women I love go-sexpot, I want to be cucked... But (it may be in female psychophysiology) in so professing, 'she' seems aways to think it glorious to so belittle humiliate 'this shit she has to put up with' in preference for the blak beachbum she chooses on romance tourism with whom to so-firmly-happy-ever-after bond/wed... what then gives me joy becomes the very victimized wimp-ized-man-no-more to so-hurt... 

But: here I give notice: it no longer hurts, it the spurning is the EXPECTED, and indeed being jilted, fucked-over makes the once-male soft, and if fortunate can feminize fully the shamed cuckold to look and be in all things womanly... PLEASE WORLD NOTE THAT MY WOMANIZATION OF THIS SORT IS BUT SWEET AND WITH ITS UTTER LIFE-JOYS, I say as delighted transF!!!!!