LadyEllen -> RE: attitudes in general towards sissyboys (1/28/2008 6:05:30 AM)
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ORIGINAL: DominaJayde I admit from the outset that I adore sissyboys, I think they are wonderful, but the one thing that distresses me greatly is the attitude towards a lot of sissyboys from other subs and indeed from a lot of male dominants. I have been shown messages from male dominants and from other male subs that have been sent to my boys, above and beyond the usual stupid message/troll type things. With phrases such as 'hate' and 'die' along with suggestions that the world would be a better place if they just removed themselves from it, is this attitude prevalent in real life, or is this just a nasty online phenomena? I tell my boys to report them if they are truly foul ones, the feelings they have are often hard enough to come to terms with without the unnecessary added burden of others deciding that they don't deserve to find any kind of fulfillment. DJ (this was the OP on this thread by the way, for anyone wondering!) OK - this is what happened this morning when I was at the doc's for blood tests. It doesnt concern sissyboys as such, but I think it says something about general society and trans behaviours - and about me. Well, I walked in, booked in and took my seat in the waiting area. A wide variety of general society surrounded me - male, female, young, older, well dressed and not so well dressed - you get the idea. Anyway, within a few minutes a name was called on the LED display board - big enough for all to see and acompanied by a loud beep - after all, this is how we all know its our turn. "Mr Robert Jones to Sister Smith, Room 13" (names changed) Out of the corner of my eye and then moving rapidly towards the door before me in answer to the call stepped a tall figure walking somewhat awkwardly, in heels, stockings and a skirt and a rather poor wig. No one saw the face as yet, but there was murmuring and whispering once the figure had entered Room 13. A few minutes later the door opened and the figure reappeared. Mid 50s, poor make up, and strode away. The murmur rose again and some rough looking guy to the right said, and I quote "fuck me, was that a bloke? Shit, it gets worse round here", followed by much laughter. I felt sorry for "Robert Jones". I felt I should do something or say something - nothing that would necessarily reveal my birth sex, but something you know? But I didnt. I sat there and waited and watched and listened to the expressions of incredulity and the jokes - and worst returned the expressions of disbelief. And justified with "its not my problem" and "why should I risk myself?" that I had done and said nothing - and joined in. Yes, for a moment there I felt the fear that others feel, the fear of harassment, humiliation, abuse and even violence - and yet comfortable in my female identity I fuckingwell joined in, to however little an extent. And then it was my turn "Ms XXXXX XXXXX" came up on the board and I went in to be drained of a few millilitres. And not a soul suspected a thing. E
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