sissydonna: corndolly:degradedsissy:Intoxicatingly beautiful. Sensuous. A little vulnerable. How
sissydonna: corndolly: degradedsissy: Intoxicatingly beautiful. Sensuous. A little vulnerable. How many of us sissies want to be her? To look how she looks. To feel what she feels? To feel the feminine sensuosity of what she is wearing? We are so in love with femininity, we almost completely abdicate any masculinity we have. It is not sufficient for us to have a woman like this. We want to BE her! In the process we lose our ability to satisfy a woman as a man. We want to wear what she wears, we want to look like she looks. We want to act like she acts. We want to smell. Like she smells. But we can never be her, or any real woman for that matter. We can only try our best to be LIKE her, but because of our anatomy, no matter how hard we try we we all fall, more or less, short. So having surrendered our masculinity we are reduced to mincing about as faux women, dressing in stockings and lingerie and high heels; painting our faces and nails; immersing ourselves in sweet feminine perfumes. But in doing so, we submit ourselves to untold humiliation and ridicule. We submit ourselves to self-loathing. But it is so intoxicating we can’t stop. We are sexually attracted to ourselves…or more precisely the woman we have built ourselves up to be in our own imaginations. It is the ultimate in narcissism, but yet there is this self loathing at the same time. There is this paradox of intense highs and unfathomable lows which inhabit us simultaneously. It is part of living in the sexual twighlight zone - neither man or woman, but somewhere in between. But given the opportunity to change that and live a “normal” life, how many of us would take that opportunity! think that sums it up pretty well Where Boys Will Be Girls -- source link