I AM A SISSY, NOT A MAN, A SISSY
June 6, 2010
Ok tell me something I didn’t know you all cry! But I need to say it loud, I AM A SISSY!! I wasn’t born a boy, I was born a sissy, I grew up a sissy, I stayed a sissy, I am a sissy. There is no option for me, there is no choice, I don’t dress as a sissy, I am a sissy. I AM A GIRL! I pretend to be a man to survive and it’s got the stage where I often get lost and tired of the same day to day. But only I can change that, I guess.
The thing that keeps pounding away inside is what it would be like to be reduced to a 3 year old girl. I dont mean dress up and play at it, I mean be totally reduced in terms of acting, dressing, thinking, being. All adult thoughts taken away, to gaze through my eyes as a 3 year old, to feel I am 3. To need nappies, to have to wear them. To be a child again. And truth be told, I want that. You don’t have to be grown up to enjoy life!!
I just want to finish by saying hello to a few people –
Joanne for showing me a different path, for taking off the layers and for your time. You have shown me kindness and understanding. You know what I am and what I should be, Thankyou
Kimee for being so special in my heart, I am so happy to have met you
Mummy Honey for everything, for now and before
Mary for being my sister, for being there
And to everyone else, I love you all dearly x x x