New Blog: My Life as a Sissy Wife
Don't forget to check out my other blog where I plan to talk about about how I actually ended up being a sissy wife to a dominant woman! Some of you who look in here may be in the same situation! It's in my blog list but the address is: http://mylifeasasissywife.blogspot.com/
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Friday, April 16, 2010
The way we are?
I would have to say it is both for me. I don't know about the nature thing. They say that is true and I believe it. But another thing for me was that I grew up with pretty much no male influences. Ever since I can remember I was doing things with my mom and two older sisters and aunts and girls in the neighborhood, never with my dad.
Heck, I guess I thought that I was one of the girls and women even though I had that extra body part. I guess nature played a big role too because I actually liked the feminine way of life and there was nothing inside of me that told me to reject that.
Now, I can't remember way way back, but my earliest recollections -- and I can see this now in my earliest photos -- were that I was a shy and soft-looking kid. Very different from most of the other boys. The one thing that I do remember was that I liked to take off all my clothes and walk around wrapped in just a blanket. I must have seen something on TV and I was thinking it was a dress.
The reason I say "most of the other boys" is that, of course, little boys don't look manly, right? But most grow out of the little boy look. I still had that look in my graduation photo! And they may have spent a lot of time with their moms as little kids, but then they want to spend time with men. I never wanted to spend time with men. Well, not as another male, anyway!
And as you can see from the previous post, I did not have a male role model like some great athlete. I wanted to be like Jayne Mansfield or Marilyn Monroe or Brigitte Bardot. I would see them on TV or in magazines and I would think, oh my, that is what I want to be when I grew up.
And I would see the way they dressed and how my mom, sisters, aunts and the girls in the neighborhood and school dressed -- and I wanted and needed to dress like that too. I don't think one day you decide that you want to do that, just like you don't one day decide that you want to be gay.
So for me, I am the way I am probably because I was born that way, but my nurturing did nothing to change that, even if that is possible.
What about any others who might be reading this blog?