Today while I was browsing without purpose or focus on my computer, I stumbled across a Tumblr page that included hundreds of sissy captions. I am a bit of a fan of this . . . art form (mmmmmm). As I scrolled down the page, several spoke to me. This is one of the sissy captions that did so. Over the last year, I have often shared that I now define myself as a sissy. I had identified as a transgender woman for several years previous. There were times I used the label of crossdresser, transsexual and transvestite. As a child, I first identified as a girl and then as a girlfriend. Check my profile and you will see I have included each one of these labels. . . and more. However, to a genuine extent, this sissy caption speaks volumes — I just want to be one of the girls.
Before I proceed, I wanted to get a better understanding of the world truism. I asked ChatGTP to define 'truism.'
A truism is a statement that is obviously true and says nothing new or interesting. It is a self-evident or universally recognized truth that is often so obvious that it doesn't need to be stated. Truisms can sometimes be clichés because they are commonly repeated and widely accepted without question.
I then asked ChatGTP to define truism as it would apply to a sissy.
In the context of the life of a sissy, a truism might refer to a commonly accepted notion or self-evident truth that resonates with their experiences and identity. These truisms could reflect the internal and external realities that sissies often encounter.
ChatGTP gave me five examples of truisms that may apply to sissies.
- Authenticity brings fulfillment
- Self-acceptance is key
- Societal norms can be restrictive
- Support systems are vital
- Personal expression is empowering
I feel as though Sissy Truism #1 is a variation of the truism — Self acceptance is key.
I Have Never Been Comfortable Around Boys — As A Boy
Without question, I am a product of my upbringing. For seven formative years of my life, my best friends were always girls (with the exception of my brother Steve). When I went out to the playground as a first grader, I played with the other girls. As I grew older, boys became 'yucky. When boys got cute, one of my favorite pleasures was talking to other girls about who was the cutest boy. The transition from sixth-grade school girl to seventh-grade schoolboy was not as simple as clicking an on/off switch.
However, these comfort issues did not begin once I started school. I was three years old when I first told my family that I wanted to be a girl. Being a girl meant wearing dresses and having a ribbon in your long hair. But it also meant playing with dolls and not playing 'cowboys and Indians.' It meant playing skip rope instead of throwing a ball up in the air, hoping it would go through a hoop.
I was never a big fan of team sports, not just because I lacked athletic skills. I had no desire to be competitive with other boys. I did not enjoy the physicality of sports. But maybe it was mostly because I hated getting naked around other boys — and seeing other boys naked. I did not know what to do with my eyes when I was in a room full of nude young men. Without question, given a choice, I would have preferred to be a cheerleader.
Nothing Changed As I Grew Older
During my early college years, most of my closest friends — strike that — most of my friends were female. I can recall two guys who were members of our group. All of us assumed that they were gay — and a couple. But in the early 70s, in conservative Spokane, being gay was primarily a tightly held secret — as I well knew.
I would form friendships with guys but never as a group. I would have one best friend and maybe some other guy friends, but I never belonged to anything like a circle of friends. A case in point occurred during my early thirties when I started to frequent the strip clubs of Dallas. This is a guy thing to do. But I always went alone. I never bonded with other guys at these clubs. I felt different than the other guys cheering on the strippers and would have been much more content as a stripper.
Self Acceptance Is Key
There is nothing wrong with preferring women's companionship over men's. However, for me, it is much more than that. I want to be their companion as another woman.