My Sissy Diary 1

My Sissy Diary 1

Dear Diary.

My name is Chris. I’m a 57 year old sales assistant from East London and yes, I’m a sissy.

There. Said it! 

I don’t know how to class myself as ‘that’ officially, or give myself a box to fit in as there are so many different facets, shades and levels collated under one umbrella regarding that submissive, sub standard derogative terminology. But putting it bluntly, I like to wear women’s clothes and have sex with men! Lots of men. Lots!

I’m hoping by writing this diary it will give me some clearance and understanding of who I am, what I want and where I want to go.

For those who initially read my diary, I was going to use a pseudonym and hide behind a character. But then thought, what’s the point as the diary is clearly about me and my exploits. The only way I can be honest with you, is to be honest with me!

So here I am, bare, exposed and unabashed.

Here you will find the intimate, scared to share side of me, unlike my normal business blog. I’m not one of these people who gladly share everything online or to associates about what I do or who I am, but I feel that this is the time to be more honest with myself, to be open and embrace all of the wonders of what’s around the corner.

I do try to see the positive things in life, but I’m now at a junction in my life where I’m old enough to be who I want to be without having to worry what other people think. We mustn’t let others tell us or rule us on how to live our lives as we only have one life to achieve our dreams. There are so many people who never had the chance to live a full life. One of them were my dad. He died when he was 55, so missed out of growing old with my mum.

Yes it is a scary world out there, but we must take a small step at a time. The scariest part is that when we look back this time time next year, what have any of us achieved? Are you still in the same place, struggling day after day, or have you moved on to something better, something more fulfilling?

This is one of the reasons why I started this diary. One, I love writing. And two, I believe that writing down any difficulties, problems and thoughts will help me trek through the jungle of my mixed up mind and conquer any fears and anxieties that need clarity which always pops up during my day to day life. 

I’ve had this idea of an online diary for a while now, but never had the courage to see it written down in black and white. That is, until now. 

My best friend always enjoys my antics when we meet up, even though she’s straight and she was the one who gave me the push to share my experiences, explore that hidden side to my life and possibly in the process, may help others who are currently fighting their inner demons, need more information on the subject and for those who are in the same situation as me. 

I have many stories of what I’ve been up to (and I’m sure of what I’m about to do) so she suggested that other people may want to read about my escapades who are also floating in the same pink lace covered boat as me.

So with hand on heart (and the other wiggling my locked cock for now) together, we’re going to delve deep in to the psychy of my sinful soul and uncover my dark, stocking clad secrets that lurk within the subconscious corners of my padlocked silk lined wardrobe. 

So, there are you, my dear Diary. 

Here’s the start of something big. Mmm, I like big, don’t you?

Now that it’s laid out bare on the table and flopped out for you all to see, are you ready to take the bull by its horns and come along on that journey wth me? 

I won’t be pulling any punches and my language will be colourful and near the knuckle at times. So if that offends, goodbye.

Have they gone?

Is it all clear to continue?

Can I lift my head above that pretty parapet or from worshipping a nice hard cock? 

Good.

So, for those who are staying for the ride, buckle up as it going to be bumpy, lumpy and very, very humpy!  

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