A Collection of Great Dance Songs

I've always liked The Pink Floyd and that is one reason why I decided to post this album on my blog(s) as I bought this in 1981 from W H Smiths as it has a selection of the songs featured on their albums which are really best listened to in their entirety.

One thing about it is it has a new recording of Money which was issued as a single originally in 1973 on it and the other is there's a special edit of Another Brick In The Wall Part II from the massive selling The Wall album which was a number one single here.

The arrangement of Wish You Were Here is a special edit for this album  so actually it both summarizes their output and at the same time gives you something different.

Also printed to my Friends Reunited Blog

Playing with your inner sissy

In the earliest permeations of this blog it didn't take long to just come out and say images like this  really brought the submissive side of me out, imagining her as a would be female dominant with all that leather and implements for really pushing any and all the components of my sissy side out.

It wouldn't take so long before forms of sissiness such as sissy maid, sissy schoolgurl, bimbo etc would start given the right encouragement to emerge from that side as much as the little side is usually out because it's really about the inner conflict and need to be the whole you this whole thing is about.

You push the buttons, we just feel better for letting it out.

A child like me

Past glimpses

Trying to be helpful but not being attentive school life for me was like this. Teachers did punish us but we preferred it know what would happen if they were not in control of us and we learned to respect adult authority.

We wore uniform at school with something fairly similar at social events with our families too and being boys we wore shorts which at the time were short with about four inch inside leg at the most but as your mate did too we just got on with it.

You were a boy and so you played footie disabled or not school break times, at cubs and on the streets with your mates cos we knew we were boys and that was it. The end.

It wasn't that I may not and did not wish to wear skirts at the time, I did, but that was how I wanted to project myself as that boy because just liking to wear skirts and play some games and do more girly things didn't just mean I wasn't a boy but I couldn't be a girl either.

I quite liked being that child but as me, a very feminine mixture.

Being me

 Parts of the past are always going to be uncomfortable, not following any "approved" script, trope and may be a bit removed from where you are now even if in some ways you'd of never of got there otherwise.

Anything around gender expression, by which I mean how you may express your sense of gender by how your dress has the complication you may well be deviating from a path established for you.

In my era especially it was unheard of for a boy to ask for or even be asked how and what he'd like to wear.

He was dressed in what his family thought was most suited to him and that was that so if like me you did wish to explore other more feminine presentations this did involve raiding female members closets and any clothes for donation for suitable  things.

Wearing someone else's underwear without permission is shameful but we were not offered the chance to try any on and have them bought for us to wear and look after.

We could be and I was caught out where outcomes could vary from a severe scolding to acceptance of variance which in time occurred with me.

I learned and she learned to accept my feminine boyhood buying underwear for me.

I feel boys like that are best supported to explore what makes them the most happiest and comfortable being themselves be they more "girly" all the time or a mixture of traditional boys and girls styles.

The more I think about it, the more I feel at least for someone like me formal adulthood as a status was a mistake because I don't have what it needs to handle it, I mean I scarcely coped with adolescence requiring sheltering from some everyday teen situations as I just couldn't 'read' them and look after myself.

I felt very much like a fish out of water then and it certainly hasn't improved in years either.

I so want it revoking and a parent figure looking after me instead.

Dollies and Sissy Gurls

It's the last entry of the month into this new blog so I'd to talk about something that does play a important part in my life as a adult little gurl and that is dollies.

I have a good number of dollies I do like to play with and here is one of me playing with Holly Hobbie, a ragged doll popular in the late 1970's and into the 1980's with very much a rustic country girl appeal.

It can be one thing to play with dollies, dressing them up but that can work the other way around where you get dressed up rather like that doll in pretty dresses that are a bigger version of what they are wearing.

One thing I did do a lot of although it had to be hid from boys is play dress up with dollies using paper cut outs and today I play computer games that enable you to dress up dollies from wardrobes using your computer mouse and save the completely dressed dolly.

I love teddies and other stuffies loving to walk around with one in my hand when not making up imaginary stories featuring them.

Most dollies today are plastic and here is a collection of Barbies from the past with a variety of differing outfits on you can build into a story you can re-enact perhaps with a friend or two to help out.

Of course it can work out YOU become the dolly in the hands of a dominant female who may be a playmate of a similar age who plays dress up ON you or a adult female as they're both playing the same game with a Gurl.

As a Sissy Gurl, Tammy acknowledges she is not a Girl and accepts the dominance in any relationship, social or otherwise of girls or adult females obeying them obediently 

A Gurl gives in to a Girl: She doesn't give in to hurself, being the sissy she is.

Cubs and Brownies

The first month of the new blog is almost coming to an end and I am beginning to get the feel for how I want this blog to be.

This takes me back to the days when my young brother was a Cub and indeed my older brother was and he stayed up to Venture Scouts which was quite something having assisted him with various things to do with it.

There is a large element of that scouting type in me even now loving excitement, adventure, learning new skills all while having fun plus I loved the look that uniform.

It was case that I wanted to join the Guides as a Brownie like my junior girl friends did because I saw me with all my differences as a gurl and so preferred to be in the girls section of the scouting movement for being feminine.

The uniform back then was a lovely brown tunic I so wanted to wear.

You had your Handbooks for Brownies and when you became ten, Guides with a cap,belt, publications and annuals too

That was more the way I'd sooner things of been back then but the past from a gender point of view is very much a foreign country where things were much different.

Cricket

 

Cricket was something I heard a lot about in the era of Geoff Boycott although apart from playing the simplified "French Cricket" variant with my younger brother on hols in t shirts and short games shorts, I never did cricket.

The Two Mark's at boarding school were massively into it though memorizing the daily scores, watching by permission bits of the Test Matches on the common room tv during breaks or putting the radio onto BBC Radio Four test match special to catch up in that pre-internet era.

If I were to had played it, I'd sooner had done so in a games skirt or skort.

Some girls did play cricket usually at Prep Schools but that was very much a minority thing back then although that's starting to change.