MarcosZeitola wrote: ↑December 2nd, 2022, 1:35 am
I suppose one day when we're on our deathbed, none of us will feel regret over freaky stuff we did in life... most regrets will be about things we
didn't do, as opposed to things we
did do. I've wasted quite a lot of time over the years being pretty judgemental about the way other people choose their lives. At the end of the day, who really cares?
I guess that isn't really in the spirit of this thread, but whatever. I'm never going to be a fan of "unnatural" things as it sort of goes against my sensibilities as a person but, meh... live and let live, ya know? I did notice when back in Europe that trannies and ladyboys are quite uncommon. In the Philippines there's a ton of them. Like half of every barber shop is run by them, here barbers are mostly just regular blokes and spotting a tranny "in the wild" out and about is like spotting an endangered species. Guess the EU really has better health codes when it comes to the hormones thats put in food as you suggested. It really shows.
That's the spirit, my Ilocano friend. That statement you wrote up there...my life was never the same after listening to it on a little-known "filler" song by Red Hot Chili Peppers on their One Hot Minute album, the last decent one from them.
[...]
10 years ago in Hollywood
We did some good
And we did some real bad stuff
But the Butthole Surfers said
It's better to regret something you did
Than something you didn't do
I am well beyond the point of doing (or not doing) something to prove a point (or the opposite of a point) to some folks. I did what I did with those ladyboys because I liked their faces and their slender bodies. Would I do it again? Nope, and not because I have a wife now, but because I enjoy real p***y and ass, real soft skin, real feminine traits a lot more.
Yet, even if I was attracted to them on a constant basis, like my ex-colleague who is in Boracay with his LB date met on a dating site as I write, I wouldn't probably care about someone, even someone I love and care for, sticking a pre-crafted label on me.