why factor – do men cross dress?

Taken from the  BBC radio – 30 mins.   I think some of you might find this very interesting, and of course identify with the subject matter.

Why do men cross dress? Mike Williams interviews Helen, a London Underground train driver, Peter a detective novelist – who prefers dressing as Penny – and Peter’s wife who helps to choose the clothes and decide Penny’s look. He talks to the artist Grayson Perry about the relationship between his art and cross dressing. He also poses the question why is it that western society accepts men in kilts, priests in cassocks but has issues with men in skirts?

The case of the missing condoms…

Newly-wed couple.  Wife, sexy, beautiful, and successful.  Husband, less successful, and with the early beginnings of a beer stomach, totally un-sexy.

Husband wears panties and female clothing, licks boots, sucks heels, likes being made to do certain perversions, wants to be kicked in the balls, spanked, and enjoys arse licking.  He habitually masturbates, looking at porn, and spends hours finding ways to degrade himself under my mentor-ship.

Wife attends social events for work, meets interesting people, is looked up to. She enjoys flirting, wearing sexy, not slutty,  clothing.  She enjoys going out, and has gained more confidence since starting the relationship.  Not dominant, but has been persuaded to take a more dominant role in order for husband to become erect.

Husband goes on a week’s holiday with a mate.  Returns, and going through wife’s underwear drawer (probably  to put on her panties), to his total surprise, finds a box of condoms with several condoms missing.

Case investigation:

they do not use condoms, so why is the box there?
If they don’t use condoms, why are several condoms missing from the box?
Why is the box hidden away?
When were the condoms purchased?

The husband leaves the box where it is and begins a daily watch on what amounts to probable evidence.

A few days later… 2 more missing condoms.

Husband believes wife is happy and couldn’t possibly cheat on him.  I say the truth is in the box, but this case is still under investigation.

 

just an aside… on porn

Occasionally, I will be directed to a blog or website to comment and give my interpretation of a photo or video.  For the most part, it’s porn (of course): Girl on Girl, Guy on Guy, BBC., Cuckolds Galore, Sissies gone Wild, Strapped on Dominatrices,  Sluts, Hot Wives, and on and on.  And then I come back to mine and well, mine is Uber-tame in visual hardware.  But this got me thinking… is there a such a thing as over-kill regarding pornography?
Remember when you had to really search to find something naughty, graphic, explicit, SURPRISING, in photos and videos.  Was the hidden chase for it more exciting then? Now,  just type in a word like ‘cock’, hit ‘image’ on Google, and you’ll just about see it all – explicit, hardcore sex, and it’s FREE!  Tons of it.  Gallons of it.  For the average porn surfer, does every photo, every act, every angle, every thrust, every suck, every hole, eventually become so predictable as to become… boring?
When I first started out on Niteflirt, the only photo I had up was of London’s Big Ben, and I rose very quickly to the top of list.  I was rather proud of that, only because, it was my brain and not my boobs that took me there.  I’ve always been more interested in the mind-fuck, the mind-games, and the visceral rather than the visual experience.So, basically, to get to the point, has the surfeit of  free porn killed the thrill….guy-watching-porn

 

 

 

 

 

or not?

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I am what I am…

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As you gurls witness every day, there are so many parts that make up YOU. Most of you put on your trousers and shirt and present yourself to the world as a ‘regular guy’ – a real chip off the old block. But then, home alone, or sneaking away, that other part of you, closeted, hidden, demands to be let out. This has probably gone on for years, perhaps starting at a young age, the desire to put on certain female clothing or touching certain fabrics,  and… yeah, that catch of your breath, a quickening of your pulse, and then finding yourself aroused, you touched… Sort of went hand in hand, didn’t it?

And so, more often than not, an addiction settles in and a fetish is born. Why it effects one person more than another, is still a mystery. But as the fetish grows, it metastasizes over the years. Face it. There is no cure, there is no end.

This applies to any fetish, but this is the Sissy Blog and so I am restricting this post to just this sissification/feminization/cross-dressing fetish.  I know how complicated this area is, and so I am stating here I am concentrating my opinion on this fetish.  You chromosome gurls can wait – patience is your virtue.

SO, I personally do not believe a fetish can be eradicated.  Which of you are familiar with taking these steps:

Purging
Not looking at porn
Deleting your hidden porn files on your computer
Deleting websites you frequent
Throwing out any articles of feminine clothing or gurl toys
Taking up a new hobby – exercising, etc.
Seeking therapy or counseling of some sort
Buying books on Self-Help and Building Confidence
Refraining from masturbation
Settling for what you have

And, this works for a while doesn’t it? You begin to feel better about yourself, your confidence improves, and just when you think you’ve conquered and won, the battle begins all over again, only this time all your will to fight has been sapped, and you find yourself almost willfully surrendering. The answer of course is to stop battling. Just accept this side of yourself because it ain’t going anywhere for long. It is an inherent part of you, like it or not–guilt or not!

If you accept the choice isn’t strictly yours to make, and that this sexual turn-on will always be a part of you, you’ll feel less guilty, and less frustrated. And, you will probably not be so weak to the fetish that gnaws away at your resolve.

“I am what I am
And what I am needs no excuses
I deal my own deck
Sometimes the aces sometimes the deuces
It’s one life and there’s no return and no deposit
One life so it’s time to open up your closet
Life’s not worth a dam till you can shout out
I am what I am ”
(La Cage aux Folles)

Okay, maybe you have to shout silently, but you get the ‘note’ I’m making here. Accept yourself for who you are. Maybe you have to hide, maybe you have to stay closeted, but don’t hate yourself for this. And don’t beat yourself up.

Just some thoughts I had while coming on here to post. And, actually, the reason I came on here is to say that in the near future my posts will be on my new website, which is a work in progress. In the meantime, I am doubling up.

Random thoughts, in an understanding mood.
Ms. London.

The Age Old Question:

Does size matter?

Yes, it most certainly does.  But, let’s play a game.  I’m going to show you some photos and you guess what a woman wants.  Showing by example is always such a good idea.

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What does your gut instinct tell you?

That the second photo in every category is what any sensible woman would choose?

Yes… So, do we really have to keep asking the age old question when the answer is so very obvious.  BIGGER IS BETTER when it comes to what a woman wants her man to give her!

Ms. London.