Reset and score

We've moved things over and tidied things up a bit here in what has been so far a relatively cold week with sub zero temperatures to deal with some potential liabilities and risks given just how "woke" corporations can get and cancel culture

I've also kicked a ball down a metaphorical path this week and just axed one old social media site totally cos it just isn't working properly when the remove very precious experiences to talk about in groups you can follow for broad groups that mix in stuff you don't want and can't curate your stream by.

It may of been that the groups had duplication stemming from people being allowed to create their own but this change made it a less than good experience and then just how much time for you have anyway for messages that show people never read properly what you typed?

These days better discussions can be found with care within Reddit groups where each group is a separate thing you join to follow and post in so the noise isn't deafening in your stream.

Of paper dolls and dollies

 Being a sissy there are some things that I am drawn to and this weeks entry looks at  them.

I cannot truthfully deny I love dollies and playing with them having a good number and what would be nicer for a little sissy gurl like me to have Brownie dolls I can make adventures while playing for hours to my hearts content?

One thing I remember well from reading comics that were either for boys and girls or just girls were the cut out features such as dolls that you then folded over the figures body to dress up.

The concept of paper dolls and boys being together at the time was never something you saw much of for boys but paper dolls had an appeal.

My own interest in making them from the cut outs and playing with girls with them showed I had gender variant feminine side, an example of which is above.

I fully embrace my sissy side today.

Brownie scouting autumn 2021 style

This week we return with the on and off annual series of posts connected between scouting and what that means to me.

In both cubs and brownies you can earn you photography badge which apart from feeling great does teach you some useful tips in taking great pictures.

The preferred way to hold a camera, providing it has a viewfinder for the most stability and hence sharpish images involves cradling it against your face, using a camera reliant totally on the screen means tucking your elbows well in while holding it straight while hoping for the best!

I was out exploring the woods which is more challenging with the light but with the colours of the Fall around well worth it using a spot of fill in flash as needed.

The majesty of trees in the fall against brilliant sunshine is a great sight to behold as as here a few leaves have utterly fallen.

Meanwhile near the woods that golden autumnal sun illuminates these leaves well as you feel invigorated for your exploration.

On muse and stuff

There's a word to describe the thing, the person through whom you get your inspiration and that is your Muse and they are not  a thing that you live through but for were at the start of all of this role models of being in the business of being the feminine sissy gurl the examination of your past showed.

Some were very much of that era with the common attitudes and attire of my peers back then which is important in term of authenticity being how you were and there was the odd one who while current harked back to that time setting an example of how you go forward as that gurl again right now.

That was a good example of the latter, the spiritual successor of my peers back then bypassing the soppy effeminate rather than feminine biases around and those silly people who try to dress schoolboys as mini men giving me a clear indication of just what I could be.

That mixture of wearing skirts but in a good many ways a mix of more tomboyish side were to return with all that soppiness going being addressed firmly and more of a return to a routine of short sharp shocks to mould me.

Where this  came in was the rejection of that modernity in girls attire and for this and that included not just wearing grey school skirts but some that were as short as those I had worn too ditching the whole "butch" long trousered girl thing.

The more I looked into it however accepting I was of my physical sex, the more apparent I wasn't  anything else and certainly not a transgendered girl and that I was a Sissy Gurl.

I now look like a little sissy gurl back in 1974 who knows inside hurself what she really is, happy to go with traditionally female gendered attire as that feminine but strong sissy gurl, a gender apart from girls as much as boys.