One hundred and one sissies

Some are easy to spot, some not so but sissies are everywhere. Now I am not referring to the guys who dress up as sissies, for there are lots of these but your genuine sissy. Sine the explosion of the internet sissies have been able to gain access to others with so much more ease and the result has shown there are more sissies out there than I think anyone ever could have imagined. Lets take transvestites and crossdressers out of the equation as they deserve a whole post just for them and focus on just sissies. As talked about so many times sissies are sissies no matter the clothing, we are timid, sweet, shy when allowed to be ourselves, we have to try a lot harder to be seen as men, we find ourselves having to try and live the so called ‘normal’ life.

As the word sissy became corrupted and re-fashioned over the years it still reflects 2 things, ‘sister’ and ‘un-male like’, whilst I would never say a sissy was cowardly because just being a sissy is brave it is true many sissies, myself included are timid, yet many sissies flourish in being themselves, role models indeed, so they do not cower in the slightest. For many many sissies however the reality is much more fraught. How do I live?

Sissiness is often discovered in latter age, so it is normal a sissy may be married, have kids and lead a ‘normal’ life before realising what those dormant feelings were. The internet has changed this a little because it is easier to research feelings and find like minded souls at a much younger age, but the sissy so far is not accepted, especially little girl and baby sissies.

A sissy is born rather than made? Yes? No?

I believe so, but just because it isn’t prevelent early on doesnt mean that it wont blossom latter in life. I have spoken to many sissies who only disovered their sissiness much later in life, sure they had girlie feelings, but the sissy spark lay deeply hidden under convention. I once said that sissies should be allowed to be free to express themselves how they want to, but I forget sometimes that many sissies are actually happy living a dual life, they are content dressing up every now and then and happy playing the guy. They know they are sissies and satisfy that sissy urge when they need to. Are they betraying their sissiness? Of course not – remember NO RULES!!

If you’re a guy who dresses as a sissy, gets a thrill from wearing frilly dresses then being a guy comes easier, but to sissies it’s mostly not the case, there is most times a struggle going on inside. I know I have had many a struggle. A sissy can hide things well, but something always surfaces to the top, with me it was things you just can’t hide. There was and is the occasional bed wetting incidents, there is the real fear of using the potty and something that was more a problem in my late teens/20′s my small willy and inability to have sex. Bed wetting is something that can be very shameful and of-course not something you would openly admit and neither is a fear of the potty. Of course I don’t shake and tremble at the thought of using it but it does scare me, even at home and I will never effectivly be potty trained, in-fact I never really was potty trained I guess. A grown man admitting he wets the bed, can’t wipe properly and is scared to use the loo is not something we hear about too often lol.

My willy, well you can imagine the scenarios, meet a girl, go steady, get to the ‘lets do it’ stage and uh oh. For all you ‘humiliation’ gurus I am afraid I am going to disappoint you (just as I did those girls lol) there was no ‘oh my God is that it?’ etc etc but there is only so much foreplay you can do before you have to say ‘sorry’ and I hated saying sorry because I think the girls thought they were the problem and of course they wern’t but at a young age, confused and sad for myself what else could I say. Looking back I now understand, sex was never going to be something I could do or even feel comfortable with, it wasn’t just the faulty equipment it was the truth that I am a child, a child trying to do something adult.

What has always been a comfort is that I am not alone, there are others like me, other sissies who know what it is like to live the daily existance wanting nothing more than to be free. What is more of a comfort now is I am not alone because of my Mummy, she is the world that binds me, she is the one who keeps me safe, validates me and makes each second in a world I fear bareable. I will be a fulltime little girl one day with my Mummy and until that day I will sleep sound in the knowledge there are so many sissies out there and Mummys love will reach me from accross the sea and wrap itself around me.

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