I’m not sure why that redundant remnant of this sissy’s failed manhood isn’t securely locked away.
A sissy’s appendages really have no constructive, useful function other, than to be locked away in perpetuity as as a constant reminder of the man it once thought it were, and failed so miserably to be…….
…..and of why it can never be the woman it longs so desperately to be, no matter now femininely it grooms its body; how prettily it paints their face; how sexy and alluring its stockinged legs and corseted waist; no matter how feminine its mincing steps in its stilettos, or how sweet its perfume.
A sissy is not a man.
Nor can it be a woman, as hard as it may try.
It exists, in eternal frustration, in a sexual twilight zone.
It is a being that it is in perpetual transition … It can never go back to where it came from, but can never reach the destination it set out to reach.
Locking away the redundant remains of its earlier pretensions to manhood acts as a metaphor for its failure to be either a man or a woman, and as a physiological reinforcement to its psychosexual and emotional frustration.
This gurl’s name is Dana and she was from Seattle. I would be most grateful if anyone could help me find her as I lost touch with her.