What is the purpose of this blog

After some 200+ posts, this may seem like an odd time to finally get around to articulating the "purpose"of this blog—inasmuch as anything in life has a purpose except to make the inevitable horrors of aging, sickness, and death a little more bearable in the meantime. Also, it seems to me the blog itself might be the fact of its purpose, as Wittgenstein might have argued. Or as Haruki Murakami wrote, If you don't understand without an explanation, you won't understand with an explanation. But here's an explanation anyway. 

First of all, what this blog is not. 

It's not a repository for recycled x-rated sissy blowjob pictures, facial cum shots, and distended rectums leaking bodily fluids. There's nothing wrong with those pictures or the blogs that serve as relay stations for such titillating images, and, in fact, I repost and re-recirculate such pictures myself occasionally when I come across one—usually sent to me by my considerate, perpetually horny hubby—that strikes a particularly resonant  personal chord. 

But there are more than enough blogs and tumblr sites doing that kind of thing. 

Same with x-rated sissie stories & fantasies. Although you'll find those here, too. 

Nor is this a site where I obsessively revel in the humiliation and degradation of being a feminized sissie, transgirl, pansy—or whatever term you care to use. But then again, I do enjoy the sexual humiliation, especially in fantasy and role play, that comes with being a sissiegirl. It remains one of my most powerful & dependable orgasmic triggers and Daddy pulls it often.

The point is, orgasm via sexual humiliation is not all being transgendered is for me.  That's because, for me, it's not just a fantasy. It's a full-time lifestyle. Not just a "lifestyle"—it's my identity. I'm not just a sissy when I get horny & when I toss off I get up and go back to my regular life where I expect the kind of respect and consideration to which everyone else is considered entitled. I'm not a sissy only behind locked doors, in the fugitive interstices of my ordinary life, when the wife & girlfriend are away, and the rest of the time I suffer quietly & exquisitely with the guilt of my secret. I understand that life, though. I used to live it myself and thought I always would. I never expected that I would end up living as a sissy all the time. But as such, I can't exist always in a state of abject humiliation. I can't constantly be groveling and reveling in debasement. No one could effectively live that way. I have to walk around in the world just like everyone else. I have to look in the mirror and like the feminized sissiegirl I see looking back because there is no other me!  

And that leads me to finally answering the question "What is the purpose of this blog?" 

It's to show that being a sissie is not just a fantasy but a viable way of life. That it's a very real option. That not only can you live a sissie lifestyle but that you can do so happily, healthily, even proudly. That it can be more than just a well-concealed, strictly segregated sexual kink, but an integrated part of who you are in your everyday life. In fact, the more you integrate all parts of your life, the more creative, more enriched, the more rewarding and enjoyable that life becomes. That goes for being a sissie as much as it does for anything else. I'm trying to show that being a sissie doesn't have to be the humiliating negation of yourself as a person—as stimulating as this can be in fantasy—but that it can be a truly positive aspect of your life. That you can be proud of yourself, proud you have the courage to be who you are no matter the challenges, the misunderstanding, the ridicule, and stupidity that society throws your way. It takes balls to have no balls and be a sissy in this world.

I think we're already seeing this new positive attitude dawning with the truly amazing explosion in mainstream transgender awareness. Old prejudices, along with old people, are dying out. The notion of strict sexual binaries, of either/or thinking in terms of gender identity, has been shaken at its foundations among thinking people and cannot be repaired no matter how frantic the efforts of moral demagogues, transphobes, and other self-righteous arbiters of other people's business.  And while you can never underestimate the power of ignorance in the short term, in the long term survival depends on facing the facts. And the facts are that transgenderism exists, has always existed, and will always exist. There are many more colors on the sexual spectrum between male and female. Until now, they've been largely invisible. But people's eyesight is steadily improving all the time.

I'm a sexual being, a thinking being, a creative being. Just like anyone else. I just happen to also be a sissiegirl. So while this blog has plenty of sex stuff on it, there are also stories and artwork that has nothing to do with sex, or even my gender identity as a sissie. I am not a caricature of a person with cum dripping off my face. Not all the time, anyway. I'm also an actual person living an actual life.

I'm certainly not the first person to live an openly trans/sissie lifestyle. But I think we're still seriously under-represented all the same. We have a long way to go before we're "normalized." A long way to go before we're seen as much more than a specialized subset of sexual deviancy and fetishism. Not that I object to that either. I love to be fetishized and objectified, tied up, spanked, physically, verbally, and erotically abused.  Many openly transpeople are understandably militant in staying away from openly portraying the kinky/sexual element of their thoughts and imagination for precisely the reasons I've indicated above: they don't want to be reduced, as we so often are, especially on the internet, to representations of sexual objectification. But I don't have a particular agenda and I don't feel like being cheated out of the exhibitionistic pleasure I get in sharing my sordid fantasies & images alongside my more "elevated" creations.  I'm not denying the fact that I'm a submissive, Daddy-loving, cock-craving sissiegirl. I am—and I'm proud of it. I'm just saying that I have other uses, too, besides being a handy cumbasket. 

And that's what Bad Pussy is all about.