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Monday, March 29, 2010
I don't remember when I was very young, of course, but my first memories looking back now I realize that I was very different from most of the other boys. I had two older sisters growing up, and female and male cousins. I remember that I always wanted to spend time with the girls and not the boys. Wanted to be around my mom and aunts, but not my uncles.
In grade school, I would hang around with the girls and had only a few male friends. When teams were picked -- remember when they did it that way! -- I would be picked near the end. Even some of the more athletic girls would be picked before me.
I would be picked on by the bully boys. They took great satisfaction in calling me a sissy and making me whimper in front of them. They would try to pick fights with me and of course I would run away.
In the meantime, I am finding out how much I need to do girlie things and how girlie I am. I started dressing up in my sisters' clothes. I started peaking at my dad's girlie magazines and started dreaming about being like the girls in the pictures.
Oh, my dad: He had nothing to do with me. He hunted and fished, but of course he knew that that was not my thing, so he always left me at home to bake with my mom. I frankly do not remember doing anything with my dad. He never even took me to a pro baseball game or anything like that.
I had a sissy friend and we came to be best friends because most of the other boys obviously were not going to include us in what they were doing. The girls included us among their friends, which made the bully boys pissed off even more.
Around sixth grade, my sissy friend and I started dressing up together with my sisters' and our moms' clothes. "Playing house," I like to call it. I remember he loved to put on his mom's bra and garter belt and stockings. I had my sisters' short dresses and skirts to contribute. I was able to acquire my sisters' hand-me-downs. We started messing around, hugging and kissing like the two sissies we were. We started shaving our legs sometime in junior high school when the hair started coming in. Boy did we get abuse over that, especially during and after gym class.
It was just a matter of time before two other boys joined us in "playing house." They did not dress up with us, but were the grateful recipients of our amorous attention. Meaning, we started giving them blow jobs on a regular basis. This went on through high school. Of course, the bully boys were going steady with the prettiest girls in school. Those girls loved me and my sissy friend. But they would never date us. I guess the boys who were getting the BJs from us couldn't get dates from them either or couldn't get BJs from any of the others girls in high school.
The leg shaving brought us more bullying in high school.. And also the guys who were getting BJs from us blabbed our little secret. So everyone knew who the sissy faggots were in high school. And we were not the only ones, believe me. You could not wear girls clothes to school, of course, but out of school I wore girls shorts and tops and sandals and received taunts for that. You'd think the bullies would have gotten used to us sissies and just let it drop.
All the while, I was wishing that I could be a girl like the most popular girls in school. And my sister, who was a year older, just happened to be one of them. She was pretty and popular and dated the most popular guys in school. I probably would have gotten even more abuse in school except for the fact that some boys wanted to be on my sister's good side, so they laid off her sissy brother.
So that my story mostly about my school period. I ask again, can anyone else relate to that?