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i love this message on their 25th birthday…
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The tumbling gallons of H2O against the rocks in tumultuous river rapids is a sign that it is an indomitable force of nature. It is a phenomenon that warrants attention. One plunge into this lethal cascade and you either live with wounds and gashes all over your body or die with blinding speed. That is the volcanic side of water.
The other side of the coin interests me more. It can also be a symbol of smooth, indescribable accord. I love to sit and look for hours at the gradual flow of beautiful, clear streams. I don't know why. Probably there is some deepseated spark left from a childhood memory of a television ad for an electric fan where the latter parts of the advert featured tiny beautiful fishes swimming among unidentified vegetation in a smooth, shallow yet moving pool. It is still one of the most gorgeous visions in my mind, one which I cannot seem to take out even with the number of products from the apothecary which diminish the brain's memory seat to a pulp. It probably is meant to remain in that lesion of my cerebrum...
Anyway we are digressing from the main point so let us refocus. The fluid motion of a shallow stream really captures me in an imaginatively eviscerating spell. Staring eternally into such a spectacle is anodyne for weary me. Perhaps it is the juxtaposition of the peace and natural spontaneity of the liquid bliss AGAINST the turmoil, and indelible unrest of my retarded mind which magnetize both entities? Or maybe my interest in the flora and fauna found in its abode? I think it is a combination of both PLUS the fantastical thought that I could become as minute as the seen and unseen bioligical species in the brook. To swim, play, feed with them? And live a life of ease, placid comfort and eternal exploration? Ahh now my addiction to Enid Blyton tales is making me rant incoherently again!
If only life is as easy as a brook in a cavernous forest, I would trade all I have for such an opportunity! But I know I am being irrational. Water has two sides to it just as life has two aspects to it. I know I cannot take life for its good side only. I must also live its bitter side. There will never be a perfect "freshwater stream ad" of a life. I know there are dangerous torrents to tackle if I want to realize the beauty of living. But for one moment I have recaptured a most crystalline memory of my childhood by writing about that notoriously unforgettable yet forgettable "electric fan commercial." And I am ecstatic I found the memory!null
Sorrento was one of my most underrated daytrips same like Taormina… breathtaking the hills and villas with a beautiful vista of the Tyrrhenian blue sea. It’s quite near the Amalfi Coast and just a stone’s throw from Positano…. ♥️♥️♥️💚💚💚
I’ve lived in Italy for some years now and I have encountered men of different levels of education and comprehension. I think the most austere types are those who have a “fake” love for the transwomen like me.
Why “fake?” It seems when I touch an angry bone or a sensitive part of themselves, they regress to the core of their being. I don’t know if it is the conservative Catholic or homophobic or ignorant, uncultured and uneducated part of their being but it seems there is hatred or some secret abhorrence of their own selves.
when they are angered they would call me, basically just another guy who has long hair and tits? in a tone of ridicule and hatred haha! what is that? like a quick reversal of character, a Jekyll and Hyde psychotic episode of some sort? I mean the desire to be with trans turns into lunacy and hate? The consistency disappears and many instances at the back of your mind you’re really wondering if the men from the this country MEAN what they say when they like being with us in any capacity because in their eyes and mind we are women. haha
I’m a person who has a lot of capacity and patience to understand. I’m a graduate of Psychology (correction: not a Psychologist) and in my life I’ve seen a whole range of wonderful and detestable characters and behaviors. I would like to think that these “angered” men have a secret hatred of themselves or of that part in them that likes “men with the women’s attributes.” Deep inside they probably are still little Catholic boys stuck in the teachings of Mum and Dad and their priests and teachers that good is good and bad is bad and anything outside of Adam and Eve is strange and incomprehensible. The depth of their love or desire for transgender is shallow and not skin-deep.
I do not really judge because a lot of my lovers are essentially men who have lives to live in the open, and not really ready to openly admit they play with women like me or have a deep attraction. Perfectly understandable and acceptable, these limitations that are imposed on them by society’s expectations and the facades they need to maintain their status quo
in “normal” society.
But the kind of men who have a secret abhorrence for themselves, these are the men to watch out for. These are the people who are not comfortable with their desire for transwomen. How strange this world is, and laughable some characters inside here are.
That is why to be with us, the transsexual experience is an experience that is beyond normal, special, strange, other-worldly, surreal, magical, disgusting or incomprehensible or indefinable…. and we are below or above the line of normalcy or we are at the fringes of the conventional and proper. There is a need to take advantage of this and our set of experiences that led us to becoming these kind of beings, detestable or desired, loved or hated, and this is why for us to profit from the bodies that we have is not necessarily evil. Such is the dimension of transsexual escorting that many people will not understand but us, need to take advantage of. It is a weapon of power, retribution, that can be wielded with great force. The realization of this prowess will empower you and not make you feel discriminated or disadvantaged.
“and God Created woman”…. I have a lengthy obsession over this film. Four years ago, I lived in Milan and started work there. In almost any encounter, I would play this film so that when a man enters the room, the intriguing French music would infiltrate the room and set the mood. In my opinion and from my point of view and set of experiences, Obsession is better than love!? why? because if love lasts only a couple of years into the marriage then why not obsession!!! and I love the carefree spirit of Bridget Bardot in this film, she never cared about the criticisms and small-town folk attitude towards her!!!! she was the perfect embodiment of the phrase, “Why can’t I have fun all the time!!!” and of course the final scenes of giving herself to some primeval, carnal instinct of using the power of lust and beauty, dancing to moves that could tempt any man!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!
“e Dio creò la donna”…. Ho una lunga ossessione per questo film. Quattro anni fa ho vissuto a Milano e ho iniziato a lavorare lì. In quasi tutti gli incontri, interpreterei questo film in modo che quando un uomo entra nella stanza, l'intrigante musica francese si infiltri nella stanza e crei l'atmosfera. Secondo me e dal mio punto di vista e insieme di esperienze, Ossessione è meglio dell'amore!? perché? perché se l'amore dura solo un paio d'anni nel matrimonio allora perché non l'ossessione!!! e adoro lo spirito spensierato di Bridget Bardot in questo film, a lei non sono mai importate le critiche e l'atteggiamento della gente di provincia nei suoi confronti!!!! era l'incarnazione perfetta della frase "Perché non posso divertirmi tutto il tempo !!!" e, naturalmente, le scene finali in cui si abbandona a un istinto primordiale e carnale di usare il potere della lussuria e della bellezza, ballando a mosse che potrebbero tentare qualsiasi uomo!!!! LO ADORO!!!!
cercarono di sbarazzarsi delle antiche abitudini dell’est come quelle degli uomini che vestono da donna, o uomini che hanno stili di vita al femminile. per questa ragione nelle nuove generazioni e per ragioni di curiosità e sperimentazione, gli uomini occidentali trovano esotico ed erotico gli uomini che si trasformano in donne, e loro succhiano i nostri cazzi femminili ed è per questo che ho i soldi. piu loro ci spingono nel buio, nel proibito e lo sconosciuto, sempre piu noi avremo un valore commerciale più alto.
TAORMINA ❤️❤️❤️❤️🇮🇹🇮🇹🇮🇹
un bellissimo, piccolo gioiello... Se avessi saputo che la spiaggia era abbastanza decente, avrei portato l'attrezzatura da bagno ahah 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪