Castration play.

[Summerflowers]

There are many masculine signs of course. Now, looking at men, i feel everything is prompted by strength. Mentally and physically. Of course that is also a big part that women find appealing about men. It takes strength to conquer a woman because that's what masculinity does. Checking femininity, youth and looks.

It might be disrespectful to say but i find an attractive woman, or man pleasing to see, the way i see a beautiful piece of art, a sunset or a flower. Of course a human being is the highest of creatures and incomparable but for me, there is nothing more to it. No longing, no feeling and no desire to conquer or show my strength.

My perception of how women look at me obviously has changed too but i think they feel, recognize i am not a threat, nor a potential partner. I am not like a gay bff either but i am easily approachable by women while men often keep a distance. Both ways is fine by me.

Thank you so much for the insight! I think I can understand and relate what you are writing.
This here I find very strong: i find an attractive woman, or man pleasing to see, the way i see a beautiful piece of art, a sunset or a flower. I have heard this similarly also from an older man. He said, getting older you find "peace of your senses". (Not sure if the translation is good enough).

 

[Eunuch_Marc]

Thank you so much for the insight! I think I can understand and relate what you are writing.
This here I find very strong: i find an attractive woman, or man pleasing to see, the way i see a beautiful piece of art, a sunset or a flower. I have heard this similarly also from an older man. He said, getting older you find "peace of your senses". (Not sure if the translation is good enough).

‘Peace of senses’ is a good description of life after being castrated.
I compare masculine urges and my trouble with it, with a car race in which every man competes with each other to be the toughest, the fastest. When i still had my balls i was the one standing in the pit-lane the entire race because my equipment was always broken, frustrated and longing to join in, get at least a round or two over the track. Now i feel i am only a spectator. I don’t have to put effort in a race i can’t join anyway and instead i enjoy looking at others. On the stands though, no one is looking at me, and that is fine. Because constantly standing in the pit-lane felt like everyone was staring at me, laughing at me and my equipment. Being the loser, even worse than the one coming in last. Of course that is only my perception but still it was very real.