I am a sissy. It has taken me almost an entire lifetime to accept this most essential answer to the question we all ask of ourselves — Who am I? I do not know when I first heard what I came to regard as ‘The Story.’ Nor do I know when I first began to attach meaning to The Story as it related to my life and who I am. Briefly, my parents wanted me to be a girl. They did not want me to be a boy. They wanted a daughter and not a son. So even before I had begun grade school, I had visions of a better life if I had been born a girl.
I struggled with my urges throughout my adolsence, my teen years, a marriage that did not last and years of total denial. However, one night in my late thirties, I went out to a gay bar for the first time in full femme mode. I wanted to get fucked that night and I even tried to pick up a guy. However, that was not the night I accepted that I am a sissy. Nor was it a night shortly thereafter when I finally got laid for the first time. Yes I spent my weekends for several years as a sissy, hitting bars to find men willing to fuck me. But my work week was still the life of a man.
Sissy shoulld never have a shut off valve. I now know that to be a sissy, to be a true sissy, I must spend seven days a weeks, every hour of the day, discovering my sissy. This blog is an exploration of my journey of discovery and an invitation for you to discover your sissy.