I wrote this article about handbags... it makes me giggle... you should read it.
Interview With A Sissy
Anyone who's been following along with the 'Men In Lingerie' articles will have by now spotted a special group of commenters, males who use female names, who prance and dance about the place looking pretty as can be in frills and lipstick, confusing and beffudling the rest of the world with their antics. As flamboyant as they are, little is really known about this group of men who wear lingerie - the sissy set. In a bid to change this, I interviwed Tonya St. Clair, a self confessed sissy and a great guy.
Tonya, what does being a 'sissy' mean to you?
Some men who wear women's clothes want to go for the full effect and the ability to pass as women. I was at that point when I was in my early twenties and I understand that desire. It's about wanting to be as close to a real woman as possible.
Other men who wear women's clothes seem to want to go for the "over the top" look. i.e. Drag Queens. These seem to be all about the "look at me" part of being a woman.
Sissies in my opinion are like drag queens in that we are interested exaggerating an aspect of being a female. For drag queens it seems to be all about exaggerating the glamorous. For sissies it's about exaggerating the soft and frilly parts of being a woman.
To me it's an expression of the submissive side of my personality mixed in with my love of cross dressing. It's about reveling in all things frilly and soft and sweet smelling. It's about the joy of throwing off the work-a-day world and slipping in to my own fantasy world of pink satin and ruffles.
Now obviously some of that is a cross over from cross dressing, but I think of it like this:
I've made some generalizations here but I think you get the idea.
Does being a sissy mean that you are gay or bisexual?
I don't think that being a sissy has anything to do with being straight or gay. It's really about what I find emotionally satisfying. Not to say that being a sissy isn't about sex, but it's different than what bits and parts I'm interested in. If I'm feeling emotionally satisfied only then do I feel able to to be sexually satisfied. And that is true no matter who is sharing my bed.
If you're wondering I classify myself as omnisexual. Currently I'm 90% hetero and 10% homo, but those numbers have flexed (and certainly will flex again) over the years. I mention that only as statistical data. :-)
Does being a sissy mean that you are submissive?
Yes, I would certainly label myself a submissive. As I referenced above, being a sissy is where my submissive side and my cross dressing overlap.
Once again I think there are different flavors of submissive just as there are different flavors of cross dressers. For me it's about being overseen/controlled by a matriarchal figure; a mother, an aunt, etc.
Do you think sissys make good husbands and boyfriends?
I guess that really depends on the chemistry of the relationship as a whole. I know that for me and my wife it works. If there is some sort of scale between submissive and dominance then I would guess that my wife is only as far on to the dom side as I am on to the sub side. But for us that stays compartmentalized to the bedroom.
Just like cross dressing in general, the depth to which one can explore one's sissy-ness really varies with their partner and respecting their boundaries.
What separates a sissy from just a guy who wears lingerie sometimes because he likes it?
Again, I discussed the answer somewhat in my first answer. Being a sissy is not just about wearing lingerie because it's fun; it's about the exaggeration of the most feminine aspects of being a woman.
Hope Presents: An Introduction To Men In Dresses
This is more of a warning shot over the bow of things to come as it were, rather than an in depth article of revelation and insight, but for those of you who have no interest in the subject matter, or who know it all already, there is a picture of a goat wearing a wedding veil... don't ever let it be said that I don't take care of my readers.
Go hence unto the article!
Any Volunteers?
Hi all. Hope here again, looking to you, the great reading audience of this blog for a little assistance, if you will. It has come to my attention over the months that a lot of the men who read this blog identify as 'sissies'. Now I don't know all that much about the sissy set, and I think that needs to change. I also think that the world at large is woefully underinformed on this subject as well, so I'd like the chance to chat with and interview for the purposes of an article some men who identify as sissies. It can be confidential if you like, and we will be keeping it G Rated, so no overt sexual stuff or raunchy pics ;)
Any willing victims can get in touch via the address on the side bar...
Sissy Michelle Prances In Lingerie
This is something of an instructional video that I happened to stumble across on YouTube. Observe as the self proclaimed 'Sissy Michelle' struts his/her stuff in front of the camera. Now men, note the potentially fatal 'flaw' in this video.
(Hint: It is the same mistake that our hero made in the story 'Corporate Lace'.)
Are Men Who Wear Lingerie Weak Sissyboys?
I explore the notion that wearing lingerie means that a man is a weak, effeminate sissy. (If you've read the story, there's a wee bit of a tie in there.)
Of course, that was fiction, in reality are men who wear lingerie weak sissyboys?
Behold!
The full version of 'Corporate Lace' is now available for download. I tested everything and it seems to be working okay, so enjoy!
Thank You!
A very big thank you to all those of you who have voted on the poll, and especially to those who took time out to email me your reactions to 'Corporate Lace'. I'm still more than open for feedback and suggestions, but the response so far has already shown that there is definitely a desire for more such fiction.
For those of you who don't know, I am a writer and author by trade, and have penned quite a few erotic stories for various publications under various pseudonyms. I am starting a line of erotic fiction just for men who wear lingerie, but instead of going the traditional publishing route, which is fairly long and arduous, not to mention costly for the reader, I've decided to provide several short stories as single downloads in .pdf format as a starting point.
You'll be able to download them free of charge, though I will provide a link for donations, which are always appreciated. I am a big fan of the creative commons approach to publishing, and the philosophy of leaving it to the audience to decide what a story is worth, if anything at all.
The full length version of 'Corporate Lace' will be available for download later this coming week. I hope you enjoy it, and once again, welcome your feedback. If there are certain themes you'd like to see explored in these stories, feel free to let me know. If I get enough requests for a particular theme, or if it strikes a chord, you may very well see it explored in an upcoming story!
Hope Presents: Hot, Sexy Men In Lingerie Fiction
Welcome back faithful readers, and eager newcomers, I have a bit of a treat for you all today. It comes in the form of the first part of a series of erotic stories featuring men who wear lingerie and the women who love them.
How many of you sneak off to work wearing a little lingerie, hoping it won't be noticed, or perhaps, hoping that it might be? That's what happens in this, a story of...
Corporate Lace
By Hope Alexander
Eric was running late again. The alarm clock had singularly failed to rouse him from sleep and when he finally stumbled out of his bed, he barely had time to gel his hair into submission, slip on the last ironed shirt from his closet, douse himself liberally in deodorant and slip a pair of his favorite nylon panties on.
Tight, but not too tight, he sighed as he snuggled them into place, relaxing a little as he always did when he felt the soft, smooth material caressing his nether regions. A matching bra quickly followed, then a shirt. He couldn't help but glance at himself in the mirror, admiring the way the thin nylon clung around his cheeks, and under his still open shirt, the bows and lace of the bra peeked out, the lace gently rubbing across his nipples. It was almost enough to distract him from going to work entirely, but the ticking clock made him regretfully button up his shirt, and hunt around for a pair of socks. Ordinarily he would have searched out some nice stockings, but today there was just no time.
Tugging on his work pants, and shoving a corner of toast into his mouth, he rushed out the door, stabbing his feet into his shoes on the way.
Today was a big day. Not only was the new manager arriving today, but his boss had kindly scheduled his presentation today as well. He frowned at his appearance in the rear view mirror as he waited in traffic, hoping that the 5 O'clock shadow around his jaw line would be interpreted as rakish and not slobbish. Fortunately for him, his deep blue eyes and strong features generally contrived to make him look good no matter what.
Traffic was, of course, slow, and he ground towards his office with the rest of the panicked 8.57 am rush, planning out the details of the presentation in his mind and hoping that the new manager was better than the last one.
Finally he pulled into his parking spot, grabbing his briefcase and heading up to the office. Glancing at his watch he despaired a little. 9.04. Late again. Cursing under his breath, he rushed out of the car park into the lobby. Lady Luck must have been smiling on him, the elevator was waiting at the bottom and he barreled into it, slamming the 'door close' button frenetically.
The door began to slide closed and he breathed a sigh of relief, until the toe of a pretty green stiletto crammed itself into the gap between the door and the frame and a delicate manicured hand forced the door back open.
A woman entered the elevator, fixing him with a withering look. “Chivalry is dead, is it?” She said in an accusatory tone.
“So sorry.” Eric apologized. “I really didn't see you there, I'm running late.” He explained.
She looked him up and down, seeming to find him inherently deficient. “I see. Maybe you should pay more attention.” She said, ending the conversation by turning her back on him and pressing the button for the 5th floor.
Eric spent the rest of the ride observing the shrew before him. She was tall for a woman, boasting a pleasantly curved figure and what would have been lovely dark curling hair were it not scraped back severely. If she were less aggressive and angry with him she would have been a good candidate for a date.
She got off at the 5th floor, her heels clipping efficiently over the floor. Eric slipped by her as she stopped at reception, heading for his cubicle. He could see through the fake palm fronds and blinds that tastefully adorned the conference room everyone was already assembled for the meeting. Groaning he grabbed the disk containing his presentation and headed towards his destiny.
To his immense relief everyone was still slurping coffee and bolting down the special chocolate muffins ordered for the big event when he arrived.
“Erwic.” His best office friend, Richard, a fellow with a Elmer Fudd voice and rotund belly greeted him. “Just in time. They're about to bring the new manager in. I hear she's a lady.”
Eric's stomach sank even before the door to the conference room opened again and their CEO ushered in the new manager, the woman with the pretty green shoes. He slumped down in his chair, trying to hide behind Richard and avoiding her gaze. Perhaps she wouldn't recognize him.
No such luck of course. The CEO waffled, and the new manager, a Miss Germaine Hallswell smiled brilliantly, and before Eric knew what was happening she was glancing down at the schedule.
“First order of business. Mr Dawkin's presentation.”
Eric stood up, tossing the disk for his presentation for Richard to load into the laptop, and walked to the front of the room.
“Welcome, Miss Hallswell.” He said with a smile, acknowledging her. She nodded back, the smile still on her face, but the look in her eyes less than friendly. The stakes on this presentation had just gotten a great deal higher.
He felt her eyes boring into him as he began speaking. Fortunately he knew the material inside and out and was able to confidently deliver the presentation without a hitch. Unnervingly her eyes never left him, they seemed to drift over his body slowly then return to his eyes.
His presentation over, his coworkers filed out to begin the real business of the day, checking their emails and breaking the office solitaire record. He began to follow suit, but was stopped by Germaine's hand on his arm.
“A minute of your time, Mr Dawkins.” She said.
“Sure.” Eric agreed.
She waited until the stragglers had collected themselves and left, then fixed him with a strange look.
“That was a good presentation.” She said.
“Thank you. I hope it was useful.” Eric said guardedly.
She smiled and walked around behind him, frowning in confusion, Eric followed her with his eyes until he could no more, then stifled a gasp as she took hold of the tag on his panties which was sticking out the top of his pants and tugged firmly.
“Interesting choice of attire, Mr Dawkins.” She said, a gleam of mischief in her eyes as she walked back around to face him.
He couldn't believe it. He had been wearing lingerie to the office for years, and never so much as a comment had resulted. This woman had walked in off the street and had already discovered his secret. She leaned back against the desk, smiling playfully and it was with relief that he realized this seemed not to be an automatic strike against him
“So are you a girly man then, Mr Dawkins?” She asked bluntly.
He frowned at her. “No. I am not.” He said, drawing himself up to his full height. He had at least a foot on her, and he was willing to bet that he weighed two of her. It was one thing to be lectured for forgetting to hold an elevator, but slurs on his masculinity were another matter all together.
She smirked. “A man wearing panties...” She let her voice trail off.
Eric's hands were on his hips now as the frown became a glower. “I assure you, Miss Hallswell, I am entirely male and entirely heterosexual.” He said, his voice a low growl. He moved a little closer to her, letting her feel his presence, strong and large.
It didn't bother her in the slightest. “Hm. I don't know. Perhaps I should make a note on your employee file.” She said, her tone light. Eric got the strong feeling that he was being messed with. The vixen was toying with him.
Now that she had shed her jacket, she was wearing what could be described as a corporate dress, severe and black, cut low enough to give those taller than her more than a hint of cleavage, not so low as to be mistaken for one of the naughty 'interns' upper management sometimes employed. Her eyes were a charming light caramel brown shade that matched the golden brown curls that were already working their way free of her chignon.
He placed a large hand on the table next to her, looming over her, his voice softer now.
“I would be more than happy to give you a demonstration, Miss Hallswell.”
There was a faint blush on her cheeks as she slid away from him and began picking at her dress, clearly flustered. Eric stood back up, arms folded across his chest, a broad smile on his face.
“You may go now. Mr Dawkins. I am sure you have much work to do.” She said, not looking at him.
“Oh, yes Ma'am.” Eric chuckled, picking up his disk and flashing her a smile as he turned to leave.
He may have won the battle, but the look she gave him under her eyelashes as he stepped out of the conference room was enough to guarantee that the war was not yet over, not by a longshot...
Okay, time for feedback. Did you like? Did you not like? Want more? Let me know....
The Great Celebrity Panty Heist
After years of being a law abiding citizen, my lust for lingerie has finally overcome the conditioning which society imposed on me from a tender age. Thus I plan to embark upon a life of crime and steal high profile lingerie for fun and profit....
The Heist Begins!
What's Your Secret Lingerie Identity?
Our lingerie is like our alter ego. Hidden away under our clothes, adorning our 'inner selves', it hides secretly from the eyes of the world. You could say that is not until the outer layers of our image shell are peeled away and panties, bras, bustiers, stockings, garters, corsets and camisoles are revealed that we can truly see what somebody is like. This would be something of an overstatement, but nevertheless a fun premise to base yet another personality test on, so strip down and let's discover what your lingerie reveals about your secret character!
Take The Test
Masculine Lingerie For Men
Some men in lingerie don't want to be feminine, they just like the sensation of the smooth fabrics, and perhaps even resent the societal inequality which dictates that delicate fabrics are solely for women. Fortunately for men who prefer not to wear boxers or briefs, but don't want to put a pair of women's panties on, there are other options
Sexy, sexy options...
Hope's Lingerie Picks: Black Is The New Black!
I explain at length why I like black lingerie...
Black is where it's at...
Do You Have An Addiction To Lingerie?
As much as I love lingerie, even I have to admit that lingerie addiction is nasty. If not kept under control, lingerie can ruin lives. As men in lingerie, you need to make sure that you keep your lingerie obsession to a reasonable level, and I've developed a scientific test to help you do that.
Am I addicted to lingerie?
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