01-08-2021, 10:00 PM
I had not intended to post again so soon, and I hope others don't mind another posting from me.  After my earlier postings, I received several mail messages asking me about my own history, and how it is that I came to be a believer in, and supporter of, female supremacy and male feminization -- so I thought it best to answer those requests with another posting here.
My parents were actually quite religious and conservative, my mother very warm and nurturing and a traditional housewife. My father was not a particularly pleasant man, especially when he drank (which he did quite a bit).  I have one sibling, a brother two years my junior. However, the person who was most influential in the formation of my beliefs was my lesbian aunt (my mother's older sister). She lived very close to us when I was young, but then moved to Switzerland when I was 11, where she lived with her female partner. Â
What my father cared most about was sports. I was actually quite a good athlete, although opportunities for girls in sports were limited in those days. My brother was much less athletic. And I'm not sure I would have called him really effeminate, but he leaned in that direction. In sports, he tried, but simply was not very good, which meant he was a huge disappointment to my father, and that was a source of a lot of conflict in our home, between my brother and father and between my parents when my father would berate my brother. When my aunt lived nearby, she was a source of support for my mother in these conflicts, which also brought my aunt into conflict with my father, especially when my aunt did things to encourage or support any somewhat girlish interests or behaviors of my brother's. When my brother was six, for example, my aunt gave him a doll for his birthday. He hadn't asked for it, but was pleased to get it. My father wasn't pleased (to say the least), but my aunt was adamant that it was OK for boys to have dolls. On another occasion I remember overhearing my mother and aunt arguing with my father, who was saying that no son of his would be a sissy while my aunt was saying that there was nothing wrong with a boy being a sissy.  Honestly, I think that my aunt's dislike for my father made her more encouraging of my brother being a bit girlish, because my aunt knew that the more effeminate my brother was, the more it displeased my father and drove him crazy. In fact, when talking with my father, if she had reason to refer to my brother she would usually refer to him as "your sissy son". As I said -- lots of conflict and drama in my family growing up.
Anyway, the summer after my aunt moved to Switzerland, my brother and I spent the entire summer with her -- and that continued every summer for each of us until we each graduated high school. The first summer, on our very first night in Switzerland, my aunt and her partner had a talk with my brother (he was 9 at the time) that I was part of, during which they told him that, during our time with them, it was their intent to let him be the sissy they knew that he really was. My brother got quite flustered when they said that, and protested that he wasn't a sissy -- he just wasn't that good at sports was all. But my aunt just laughed at that and told him that she was sure that he would enjoy being able to be his true girlish self while we stayed with them. We were then shown to our rooms -- both of which were painted and decorated and furnished like rooms for girls our age. So, for example, my brother's bed had pink pastel sheets, and there was a vanity and so on. And when he opened his dresser he saw that instead of his clothes from home (that had been shipped ahead of time), the dresser and closet were filled with girl's clothes. My brother asked where his clothes were and my aunt told him that they had been put away -- that for a while at least, these were the clothes he would be wearing. Because we were so exhausted by this point, all my brother could do at that moment was start to cry and to weakly protest that he wasn't a girl and couldn't wear those clothes, but my aunt basically ignored that and helped him into panties and a nightgown and put him to bed.
The next morning, my brother again begged to be able to wear his own clothes, but my aunt told him that the clothes in his room (panties, skirts, blouses, dresses, girl's sweaters, etc.) now were "his" clothes. But she also said that if, in one month's time, he didn't want to wear those clothes, he would get his boy's clothes back. My brother agreed to that "deal". Â
Well, I know this has gone on much too long. So let me more quickly simply note that at the end of a month's time he wanted to continue wearing the girl's clothes that he had been wearing and did not want to change to boy's clothes, and he ended up wearing the girl's clothes, and really living as a girl, that entire summer and every summer he spent in Switzerland after that. There are other stories about that I could tell of course -- like about the time when my aunt first put him in a bra -- but I'd better try to wrap this up.
So what did I learn from all of this? Well, there was no question that my brother was happier and more content during those summers in Switzerland than at any other time of the year. I know it was a terrible strain on him when we were home, as he then had to do his best to be at least somewhat boyish to avoid the wrath of my father and to avoid being teased at school. Which fits exactly with what my aunt told me one time. One evening we had a long talk about these things and she said that what I needed to understand was that for many, and perhaps almost all, boys, being boyish is a struggle. She said that they may not realize it consciously, but they are always feeling stressed to avoid feeling and behaving at all girlish. As a result, when a boy finds himself in a situation in which he no longer has to maintain a façade of masculinity and can let his inner girl come to the surface (and my aunt said that all boys have an inner girl that they work hard to suppress), they ultimately feel more comfortable and feel an enormous sense of relief, even if the situation is one in which they are to some extent (at least initially) being forced to be girlish. My aunt also explained that when boys are feminized in this way, they become naturally subservient to what they recognize as the superior sex.
I hope what has become obvious is that what my aunt explained to me, which was what I experienced first- and second-hand while spending summers with my feminized brother in Switzerland, is the attitude I have carried with me throughout the rest of my life. There is no question in my mind (and I think lots of science bears this out) that females are the superior sex. And from what I've seen in life, it is best for both sexes if boys are strictly and systematically feminized as they grow up.
Phew. Sorry again for being so verbose.
My parents were actually quite religious and conservative, my mother very warm and nurturing and a traditional housewife. My father was not a particularly pleasant man, especially when he drank (which he did quite a bit).  I have one sibling, a brother two years my junior. However, the person who was most influential in the formation of my beliefs was my lesbian aunt (my mother's older sister). She lived very close to us when I was young, but then moved to Switzerland when I was 11, where she lived with her female partner. Â
What my father cared most about was sports. I was actually quite a good athlete, although opportunities for girls in sports were limited in those days. My brother was much less athletic. And I'm not sure I would have called him really effeminate, but he leaned in that direction. In sports, he tried, but simply was not very good, which meant he was a huge disappointment to my father, and that was a source of a lot of conflict in our home, between my brother and father and between my parents when my father would berate my brother. When my aunt lived nearby, she was a source of support for my mother in these conflicts, which also brought my aunt into conflict with my father, especially when my aunt did things to encourage or support any somewhat girlish interests or behaviors of my brother's. When my brother was six, for example, my aunt gave him a doll for his birthday. He hadn't asked for it, but was pleased to get it. My father wasn't pleased (to say the least), but my aunt was adamant that it was OK for boys to have dolls. On another occasion I remember overhearing my mother and aunt arguing with my father, who was saying that no son of his would be a sissy while my aunt was saying that there was nothing wrong with a boy being a sissy.  Honestly, I think that my aunt's dislike for my father made her more encouraging of my brother being a bit girlish, because my aunt knew that the more effeminate my brother was, the more it displeased my father and drove him crazy. In fact, when talking with my father, if she had reason to refer to my brother she would usually refer to him as "your sissy son". As I said -- lots of conflict and drama in my family growing up.
Anyway, the summer after my aunt moved to Switzerland, my brother and I spent the entire summer with her -- and that continued every summer for each of us until we each graduated high school. The first summer, on our very first night in Switzerland, my aunt and her partner had a talk with my brother (he was 9 at the time) that I was part of, during which they told him that, during our time with them, it was their intent to let him be the sissy they knew that he really was. My brother got quite flustered when they said that, and protested that he wasn't a sissy -- he just wasn't that good at sports was all. But my aunt just laughed at that and told him that she was sure that he would enjoy being able to be his true girlish self while we stayed with them. We were then shown to our rooms -- both of which were painted and decorated and furnished like rooms for girls our age. So, for example, my brother's bed had pink pastel sheets, and there was a vanity and so on. And when he opened his dresser he saw that instead of his clothes from home (that had been shipped ahead of time), the dresser and closet were filled with girl's clothes. My brother asked where his clothes were and my aunt told him that they had been put away -- that for a while at least, these were the clothes he would be wearing. Because we were so exhausted by this point, all my brother could do at that moment was start to cry and to weakly protest that he wasn't a girl and couldn't wear those clothes, but my aunt basically ignored that and helped him into panties and a nightgown and put him to bed.
The next morning, my brother again begged to be able to wear his own clothes, but my aunt told him that the clothes in his room (panties, skirts, blouses, dresses, girl's sweaters, etc.) now were "his" clothes. But she also said that if, in one month's time, he didn't want to wear those clothes, he would get his boy's clothes back. My brother agreed to that "deal". Â
Well, I know this has gone on much too long. So let me more quickly simply note that at the end of a month's time he wanted to continue wearing the girl's clothes that he had been wearing and did not want to change to boy's clothes, and he ended up wearing the girl's clothes, and really living as a girl, that entire summer and every summer he spent in Switzerland after that. There are other stories about that I could tell of course -- like about the time when my aunt first put him in a bra -- but I'd better try to wrap this up.
So what did I learn from all of this? Well, there was no question that my brother was happier and more content during those summers in Switzerland than at any other time of the year. I know it was a terrible strain on him when we were home, as he then had to do his best to be at least somewhat boyish to avoid the wrath of my father and to avoid being teased at school. Which fits exactly with what my aunt told me one time. One evening we had a long talk about these things and she said that what I needed to understand was that for many, and perhaps almost all, boys, being boyish is a struggle. She said that they may not realize it consciously, but they are always feeling stressed to avoid feeling and behaving at all girlish. As a result, when a boy finds himself in a situation in which he no longer has to maintain a façade of masculinity and can let his inner girl come to the surface (and my aunt said that all boys have an inner girl that they work hard to suppress), they ultimately feel more comfortable and feel an enormous sense of relief, even if the situation is one in which they are to some extent (at least initially) being forced to be girlish. My aunt also explained that when boys are feminized in this way, they become naturally subservient to what they recognize as the superior sex.
I hope what has become obvious is that what my aunt explained to me, which was what I experienced first- and second-hand while spending summers with my feminized brother in Switzerland, is the attitude I have carried with me throughout the rest of my life. There is no question in my mind (and I think lots of science bears this out) that females are the superior sex. And from what I've seen in life, it is best for both sexes if boys are strictly and systematically feminized as they grow up.
Phew. Sorry again for being so verbose.
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