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>nothing other than big cock and armpits.
Ah, I was like you once. I don’t know anymore if I ever was AGP or if it’s all been some kind of Stockholm syndrome. It started with their dicks, their forearms, their smell.
Then came their thick fingers and wide palms.
Then their pecs, then their bellies and thighs, then their tree-trunk necks and feeling the bush of their beards as we kiss.
It doesn’t stop anon. Not for some of us. I legit don’t know who I am anymore. This has happened over the course of a decade, 3 years on HRT. The men I once aspired to be have become more than what they can do for/to me but genuine affection for all kinds of men, and loving their resolve, sense of humor, presence, groundedness, empathy. All of it. Yes big rugby types make me fall to my knees but even my chiefly friends put my heart in a chokehold from time to time.