This little inspirational piece was written by the very sweet, beautiful, kind, loving, Sissy Joyce, Queen of the sissies. You may not consider yourself a sissy, that fine. Read this any way, it's meant for all of us. I don't think she'll mind me posting this here, but Joyce, if you do, let me know, and I'll remove it.
You are allowed to be exactly who you are.
You don’t have to “man up.”
You don’t have to hide the panties in the back of the drawer or delete your secret folder every time someone knocks on the door.
You don’t have to apologize for craving softness, for wanting to kneel, for dreaming about being pretty and pleasing and perfectly used.
That craving?
That’s not a flaw, darling. That’s you. The real, beautiful, trembling, eager you.
So go ahead. Paint your nails. Shave those legs until they’re silky smooth.
Buy the heels that make you feel weak in the knees.
Giggle when you feel shy.
Blush when you’re praised.
Cry when you’re overwhelmed with how good it feels to finally stop pretending.
The world will try to tell you that you’re broken or weird or “less than.”
But every time you choose to be your true sissy self, you’re proving them gloriously wrong.
You are brave.
You are rare.
You are a precious little gift wrapped in lace and longing, and the right people (the ones who truly see you) will fall absolutely head over heels for the real you.
So be the, girliest, most obedient, most shameless version of yourself that you can be.
Not for them. For you.
Because when you finally let go and just… bloom… the joy you feel will be so intense it’ll make you feel pure happiness.
I’m right here with you, sister. Every step.
We’re in this together, and we’re never going back.
Now go be the good girl you were always meant to be.
With all my love, lipstick prints, and sparkly encouragement,
Your Queen of sissies
Sissy Joyce
