My story … well … as my name suggest, I’m a sissy. I’m not complaining … just the opposite … it’s like a stroke of luck. I love it. Life would be so dull and boring if I weren’t. I’m really happy to be so special and wonderful.
So what is a sissy? Well, the dictionary says it’s a little sister. I like that. That suits me. I like being every woman’s little sister. Yes, that’s right … I like being a girlie girl. Now, don’t take a negative view of this. Please, stop being such a sexist! Being a girl is not only just fine, frankly it’s a whole cut above being a boy. Do you still think being a girl, being a woman, being a sissy is a joke? Then I feel sorry for you. You are one of the reasons I’m a Feminist. Not only do I think being a girl is just perfectly fine, I think it’s preferable. Yes, preferable. See, I made a conscience decision because I was born, and still am male. To be honest with myself, and the world, I love being a girl. Girl’s are just smarter, better, more fun and of course, prettier. So is it worth it to trade the male advantage of strength for the female sensibilities of pretty thing? Yes! I’ve had the opportunity to sample some things on both sides of the fence. Life has taught me some things about myself. I like chocolate, I’m a "bleeding heart" liberal, I like the summer, I like to live in the city and to visit the country, I like the color yellow (well, I like red, pink, gold, black, white, purple and warn colors in general), I love everything about women … and I like being a girl. Mostly women understand me. I don’t understand men who think being male is the ultimate and exclusive thing. I find men dull, boorish, unattractive and rather stupid in general. I love everything about women. Oh … did I say that already. Well, that’s okay, it’s worth repeating. I am truly a little sister in the world, looking up to all women for guidance, role models, inspiration, and frankly … adoration.
Okay, this gets old, but the question always comes up, so let me answer it here. Sex, what is my sexuality and preference. Easy answer, I love women. Men are icky, hairy, ugly, dumb and not sexy. That said, I don’t but into the binary codes of one being wholly and exclusively female or male, straight or gay. I like myself as a female person and I’m attracted to women. So, does that make me a lesbian? Can a male be a lesbian? Who cares. Let’s drop all the labels, they are just nonsense anyway. Emotionally, physically, sexually, intellectually, aesthetically, and romantically I love femininity … both in the persons I’m attracted to, and in myself. No, I’m not attracted to flannel shirt, tool belt, boot wearing butch women and yes, I am attracted to beautiful male to female transsexuals. One’s genitalia does not define, much less compensate for what is in their head, their heart and their soul. I like to judge a person by what is between their ears, not what is between their legs. Really, I’d to be judged the same way.
No, I’m not a transsexual. I am probably transgendered … which as I’ve been given to understand is a very vague concept that encompasses all forms of gender diversity from drag queens, to transvestites, from fetishes to transsexuals. In my case, a test I took on the internet defined me as person who is equally comfortable being either gender and able to freely move back and forth between the two. Don’t confuse self identity here, with sexual preference. Just because you see yourself at times as female does not mean your sexual preference magically conforms then to the make believe idea that women are universally and/or exclusively attracted to men. When I’m girl, I still like girls. A transsexual suffers from being male or, female as he case may be) and needs to live full time in the gender identify that they truly feel themselves to be. This is neither a desire, nor an option for them, it is a mandatory correction to an error that nature made at birth. I don’t need to be a girl … I just WANT to be!
Well, I’m not going to write my life story here then have nothing left to post in the future. If you have any questions, just ask. Don’t be shy. I’m not in the least embarrassed or ashamed of anything about my myself, or anything I’ve done. Sex is not taboo either. The problem with sex is not that we do it, it’s that’s we don’t talk about it openly and honestly. I have stories to tell, not just to get them out of my secret drawer and make them clean and healing experience, but because I know that I am so not alone. I’ve read, and I suspect this is probably pretty accurate; that at least 5% of all males crossdress regularly, at least 50% have done it at least once and about 95% have at least thought about it. So, it’s a pretty common thing. I know every male who has these feelings goes through a life of self doubt, shame, denial and confusion. The irony is that while the desires to crossdress are perfectly healthy, the ill feeling about it are not. I want to to stop feeling negative about it and start feeling good about yourself. I know it is not just a male problem. Every spouse automatically inherits their other half’s problems they day they get married … so there are all these women who also have to cope with, understand and deal with husbands, friends, sons and other males who have a very feminine affinity at times. Communication is like turning on the light in a dark room, it automatically makes the bogie man and fears go away. Funny thing is, once the lights are on, and the guy is recognized in his girlie self, most women tend to be very accepting and encouraging. It’s a little bit of a growing and learning process, but in the end women tend to have an appreciation and support of femininity that is very strong and affirming.
So, sometime I’ll tell you about my childhood, my first time shopping for girl things, my first time seeing the "real me" in the mirror, the experiences I’ve had with others and the general joy and delights of such simple things as lingerie, make-up, hair, heels, frou-frou and so much more. Being a girl … is just … breathtaking!
You have to admit, I look so much better as a girl, and I feel so much better. And, as you get to know me, you’ll love me much better this way too.