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:

About this blog: Do you like to read about my thoughts and experiences and those of the followers, or would you rather it be more X-rated like many other blogs?

Who were you with for your first kiss?

You must be a sissy since you view this blog. So just how little is your little sissy clitty?

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Are you limp-wristed?

The other day I saw a video on YouTube of a sissy dressed up and prancing around. We've all done that at one time or another. But this sissy was walking around really, really limp-wristed. I mean, their fingers were pointing straight downward. And they were walking with their knees together.

I don't remember every being like that. Maybe when we were play-acting like flaming sissies. In public, I acted girlie, but no more so than a regular girl would. There was this one kid in school though who did that. He brought extra abuse to himself, more than we regular sissies got. He dyed his hair different colors -- like orange and purple. Yes he walked around limp-wristed.

But the clincher was that he went around saying he was pregnant. Apparently, one time a gym teacher banged him up against a locker because he said he couldn't take gym class because he was pregnant.

I never went that far, at least not in public. I got into trouble when I started shaving my legs in junior high when I was 13. Mean kids would see me during phys ed class and in the shower and call me a pussy and a faggot. And I have these really skinny arms. So I could not climb the rope or do pull-ups or push-ups. And I could not throw a ball very far. There were girls who were better at those things than me. I was a good swimmer and a good tennis player and runner, some of the more "girlie" sports.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Yes, I was nurtured to be a sissy

I have always been comfortable with the way I am. Well, except for when I was bullied, but that is another topic.

I was definitely nurtured to be a sissy. In addition to having two older sisters and a father who really had nothing to do with me, I lived in a neighborhood at times with five or six of my aunts. I was always at one aunt's house or another and I remember they would comment about what a sweet boy I was and how helpful I was! They loved to have me around and let me help cook or bake or sew and do laundry with them if that was what they were doing that particular day. My aunts never once said that was not what a boy should be doing and that I should be out helping my uncle change the oil in his car.

When I became a teenager and was thought to be responsible enough, relatives and neighbors wanted me to babysit their kids, even infants, because they knew that I was so good at that. I bet I was the only boy in the neighborhood asked to baby sit other than my special sissy friend who lived up the street. You would expect teenage girls to be called to baby sit.

One thing that has eaten at me is that I would have made a great wife and mother. I always wished that could have a wedding and get pregnant -- and have fun getting that way, of course !!! -- and have a baby and breast-feed (like the women in these photos) and be a mom.

If you have read other stuff here, you have seen that I experimented with guys. But I was scared of the gay lifestyle, so I was a very confused sissy for a while. In high school, girls won't date sissies. They want to be with the macho guys. Plenty of girls will be your friend. Can you identify with that?

But three years after I graduated from college I met a woman who was abused by a guy who wanted to control her life so she left him. She swore that would never happen again. She loved my gentleness and how I put her first above everything else. We were married three years later and I have been submissive to her for 27 years now.

I am a very lucky sissy. I have a stable life and my wife loves the way I am and I can live as a sissy. Most of us are not that lucky.

And what is funny is that I am doing to this day the same things I did with my aunts as a young sissy. Well, except for the fact I am always between my wife's legs giving her oral pleasure, that is!

Friday, April 16, 2010

The way we are?

There was a question posted at another site that wondered why sissies are the way we are? Is it nature or nurture.

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?

And Brigitte, too

Brigitte Bardot was another girl that I wished I could be as a young sissy. Could you imagine being like that! I remember they called her a "sex kitten" and I thought that was so exciting. I was called a "pussy" but never a "sex kitten"!

I looked up some photos of Grace Kelly. There were many glamorous ones, but nothing super sexy. Maybe that is why I wanted to be Marilyn or Jayne or Brigitte, but not Grace as a young sissy.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Loved Marilyn too!

I'm not sure when this was first published, but when I was a young sissy in the mid- to late 60s, this centerfold picture of Marilyn Monroe was very popular. So what young sissy who wanted to be a girl wouldn't want to look like that? I sure did. And I used to practice that post and of course I wished that I had those titties as well!

Throughout your life as a sissy T-girl, what derogatory name have you been called the most?

Why do your wear bras? Or not?

Ever pilfer panties from a girl's drawer, clothesline or laundry, etc?,

How do you wear your pantyhose?

As a young sissy, did you look at naked men in locker rooms?

Did you ever raid a clothesline for bras or panties?

Do you hate getting erections?

Do you want to have your penis removed?

Do you take female hormones to be more girlie?

What is your mental state as a T-girl who wishes they were a girl?

Do you tuck away your sissy clitty to pretend you are a girl?

Do you wear a bra on a daily basis?

As a t-girl, what do you shave? (Pick closest choice)

What is your favorite lingerie?

You have always wanted one, but what would you call it?

Did you have a crush on a boy when you were in high school?

When you see a gorgeous girl, do you want to:

At this exact second, what are you wearing?

Do you use feminine protection?

Who was the first female you envied and wanted to be like?

Growing up, did you place dress-up with a sissy friend?

Did you play with dolls like Barbie and Tammy as a young sissy?