From February 17 2009
Stocking Moves
Peaches Geldof flaunts her body again. All I can say is, any time...oh, and I'm jealous! I want to flaunt, too!!!
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The Feminization of Men's Tennis
Is Men's tennis for sissies now? Yes, yes
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Sissy vs. Crossdresser
Is there a difference? I think so. I think one can be a sissy, a crossdresser, or both.
First, a crossdresser:
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I see a crossdresser as the typical, male-bodied, male-identified, heterosexual male, that dresses as a woman. Usually totally, often conservatively, often to pass, often to fit in, often for reasons having nothing to do with a fetish. The crossdresser may be gender confused, but often is one or the other. Male, and fully male, female, and fully female.
But what about a sissy?
Sissies do not want to be women. They may dress as women, they may even pass, but it is more than just being a woman. A sissy may wear male clothing, but how many are wearing panties underneath? Half? Most? All? How many sissies start the day with a swollen organ thinking about the prettiest lingerie they are going to wear that day?
How many sissies dream not of the woman above, but the woman to the left? Prancing, dancing?
How many sissies are submissive? All of them!
They LOVE being a submissive little sissy, forced down on their knees to do nasty, naughty things.
Which are you? One or the other? Both?
I'm a sissy, through and through.
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Lingerie Review
Today I'm wearing this allure garter belt from Secrets in Lace, with a these Clio stockings from Stockings HQ.
First, the garter belt. It is very pretty and does a fairly good job of holding up my stockings.
The good...full coverage, six straps, metal garters, incredibly sexy, very feminine.
The bad...the rear garters have a tendency to migrate from the rear of the leg towards the front and it needs more adjustment throughout the day than it should.
Now, the stockings. 100% non-stretch nylon (of course...girls, your stockings should NEVER be anything but). RHT (reinforced heel and toe). Obviously a garter belt is required. For everyday stockings, at the price (about $4 to $5 per pair), they can't be beat. I usually go for Cervin stockings, but tried these because they were on sale. Wonderful, ladies, just wonderful.
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My grandmother created me
Yes, that sounds strange. It is strange even to me. She did this, she made me, she created me. And she doesn't even know it. How can she, it was so long ago. I hardly remember it. Does she? Maybe?
What's my earliest memory of dressing? Why, my earliest memory. What could I have been? Three? Four?
Why? Why would she have done that? I remember it, but never again. It wasn't a theme, a constant, through childhood. And I spent so much time there. But the memory is there. Burned. Deep.
Three or four. Dressed in nylons. Why? Did I find them? Was I playing with them? Did I try them on? Did she put them on me? If so, why? Why would she have done that? But she did. I'll never forget it.
Sitting in the bedroom with her. Wearing nylons. Watching her. Watching my heavyset grandmother in a girdle, stockings. A woman and a girl. Her and me. A woman and a sissy.
And thus, I was created. Whatever genetics made, life altered. Nature, whatever it was, was altered by nurture. Did I always have it? The "sissy" gene? Was it always there? Was it always to be a part of me?
I don't know. I can't know. But, at age three, it was turned on. No matter what was to happen, to follow, I'd never be without that feminine part of me.
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