Let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time I was neutral towards femboys. Then I met one. The experience was insufferable. By his account, he embodied all the negative aspects of females while offering no sense of companionship males give. Quite literally a talking sex toy for deranged fetishists. The only time a conversation was even bearable with him was when he talked about "femboy maintenance". This was the only time he could talk about something other than himself, ironically. If not, then every waking second spent with him always had to be about him: "what should I eat?", "what socks should I get?", "what do you think about my hair?"--god forbid you wanted to change the subject.
After two weeks, I could take no more, and simply avoided him.
I now have an irrational hatred for femboys, and I am quite proud of it. The end.
