Being an animal is humiliating
I can’t stop noticing how much about me is just preprogrammed out of my control
> programmed to be attracted to the same sex
> programmed to have dysphoria and be a tranny
> programmed to loose control of my muscles and turn to putty when I’m under a man
> programmed to have my head full with intrusive thoughts when I see a man with big hands, or a nice beard, or broad shoulders
> programmed to quiver when I feel hands on my hips or waist or breasts
> programmed with involuntary bodily reactions to male attention
> programmed to have my brain fall out of my skull when a man gives me attention
It’s fucking humiliating knowing that my fucking DNA did this to me. I know humans are animals but I don’t want to be reminded that I’m one every time I see a strong man or feel stubble or hear a deep voice. Humans are supposed to be above these things. We’re supposed to be better than these base desires. I know this yet I’m spending hours trying to look my best, learn new hobbies, and grow as a person not for myself but because I want to attract a mate, like I’m a fucking bird peacocking. Humans are supposed to have higher motivations than that. It makes me feel pathetic
> programmed to be attracted to the same sex
> programmed to have dysphoria and be a tranny
> programmed to loose control of my muscles and turn to putty when I’m under a man
> programmed to have my head full with intrusive thoughts when I see a man with big hands, or a nice beard, or broad shoulders
> programmed to quiver when I feel hands on my hips or waist or breasts
> programmed with involuntary bodily reactions to male attention
> programmed to have my brain fall out of my skull when a man gives me attention
It’s fucking humiliating knowing that my fucking DNA did this to me. I know humans are animals but I don’t want to be reminded that I’m one every time I see a strong man or feel stubble or hear a deep voice. Humans are supposed to be above these things. We’re supposed to be better than these base desires. I know this yet I’m spending hours trying to look my best, learn new hobbies, and grow as a person not for myself but because I want to attract a mate, like I’m a fucking bird peacocking. Humans are supposed to have higher motivations than that. It makes me feel pathetic