1:45AM / I have nothing much to say about work tonight. Well, except for I’ve noticed a massive uptick in sissies/feminization. I wonder if the “Kristi Noem’s husband has a kink for pretending to be a bimbo and serve Dominant women” bit had anything to do with them feeling more curious or emboldened.
If this regime has accomplished nothing else, it’s brought a strange amount of freaks and mutated kinks over to the dark side of life (a.k.a. us lowly whores). Which I’m mostly not mad about. I can still remember the month after he won having multiple shows centered around people wanting to be told what pieces of shit they were for voting for him. He had barely lifted a finger to do his reverse King Midas shit and they were already turning whatever shame or regret they felt into something to pull their padge over.
Christ, humans are insane.
Anyway, I’ve been educating myself on the difference between “sissies” and “feminization”. I think both are valid (that’s going to piss off A LOT of people) to a certain extent, obviously feminization more than sissification. One centers around fetishizing the lived experiences of a sexually free woman and the other often times turns from a kink to full transition. Not always, but more and more I’m noticing full on t-girlies in my inbox and for a second I have to pause and wonder how they got lost and ended up on that side of the screen and not my end of things. Then tonight while talking to a lovely lady I realized: they do and like a lot of cis SWers, they also throw their money back at the community.
I’m trying to draw a distinct line between the two in my own mind so that I can better re-educate and guide my subs. I guess like with a lot of other things I do, I’ll be doing that quite publicly because writing shit out and having a possible audience for feedback is a silly thing to waste.
Sissification: The act of turning a man into a woman (see: slut). He wants to be treated and desired in all the ways he’s (possibly) done to women in the past. He wants to be dressed up like the tartiest & tackiest of whores and then (usually) used by the nearest quad of huge, hard cocks while his wee-wee dribbles in his peachy pink panties.
In my mind, it’s taking what most women would see as the WORST parts of being a woman (aggressive men wanting to fuck you/borderline assault) and turns it on it’s head into this warpy fetish where men get to cosplay as what they want to be/envy the most in life: someone who’s actually physically wanted in a way and on a level they’ve never been able to attain as a man and to be humiliated for it.
I see why a lot of women/Dommes take issue with this particular fetish. I don’t. For several reasons, the main one being: that’s partially how I see myself, but reverse the genders.
Being a woman while also being alive and well means having a degree of masculinity you can thrust out of yourself and into your aura whenever the situation calls for it. A masculine energy that you can whip out like a big, fat cock or tuck away in a neat little box with a bow. An experience men take for granted a lot of the time in a world designed for and ran by them, to which I’m sure has down sides though I’ve yet to see any, but that I until a certain age not thought possible for myself.
My only complaint about most sissification clients is their lack of imagination and inability to integrate it into themselves and their masculine egos. Imagine, a secure, confident man who just likes how panties, stockings or a cute lingerie set feels on his skin and thinks he looks good in it? A beautiful thing indeed.
Feminization: Basically what the government thinks drag queens are doing at Drag Queen Story Hour. But instead it’s me (also sort of a drag queen at times) and your adult sons and fathers (and sometimes grandfathers) with credit cards who get a little too curious for their own good about all this “trans nonsense” they see in the news and end up a cracked egg.
And I love it. Not because like I feel I’m fulfilling some sort of queer agenda, but because it allows me to give them a space to explore and play as whatever and whoever they would like to. That makes me stupid little heart sing.
“But Fonda, if they’re masturbating to these ideas and thoughts, that makes it wrong.”
Firstly, fuck you. You’re really going to get upset because someone is basically jerking off to themselves/who they’re wanting to become? Really? Clearly, you’ve never been hot or confident enough in your own sexuality and self image to turn yourself on with your own reflection. That’s such a shame.
Combine the excitement of gender and/or sexual exploration with the condemnation of a pretty large part of a society, making the thing that excites you even more taboo and exciting to test the limits of and you have a big ole storm of messy humanity coming at your face faster than you can say “Oh, fuck.”
People take this shit way too seriously considering the reality in which we’re currently trapped.
I live somewhere the water causes cancer and they’ve consistently made legal and political moves to shut down easy and affordable access to hospitals across the entire state.
I live in a country where the president is a known pedophile, failed conman and convicted felon. The same country that won’t even let felons vote elected one. Twice.
We have bigger shit to worry about than who wants to wear a dress and gobble cock.
I really want to expand on these ideas more because the shit fascinates me so much, but I’ve been squeezing my brain like a used up, day old lemon at a dive bar all goddamn day and it’s about time I let her just melt into non-existence. To be fuckin’ continued, babies.
