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?
If there is one thing a sissy enjoys, it is showing off for ‘her’ Mistress. As always, any attention is better than none. So, here is the photo of sissy joy’s pretty panties and strappy heels.
I think a compliment needs to be given when possible, so let’s look at the legs – not too shabby. Nice height, and slim, almost girl-like body. If you dressed her up properly, wig, make-up, etc., she could reasonably pass as a female.
Sissy joy loves it when I make her do embarrassing things. For instance, she loves humping the pillow, sucking on a big dildo, repeating girlie things, and… well, you get the picture. A lot of fun, easy to ridicule, and very compliant while her little clitty is stiff.
So, another one for the Hall of Shame? I don’t think so. Just a guy who loves being a submissive girl.
Saw this on Tumbler. Hope the person does not mind me putting it here, but really… my conversations with my sissies would be impossible for others to understand – we barely understand, ourselves!
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:
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.