Quote from: Swayallday on June 19, 2015, 12:58:15 PM


They usually got angry with "you girly girl!!!"
:$ oops.

Sounds like music to me

tehe, on the good days I was a sissy, I was so sheltered it took me forever to learn about who I am
even the girls would tease because they knew I was not like the other boys. I am not now nor was I then a fighter.
to funny though they were all wrong I am just a girly a girl

I'm the glamour girl of the family but I just don't like the word. It's not a nice sounding word. I don't want to own it but more power to those who do.

In 7th and 8th grade, my name was "little f****t sissy boy".  I got pummeled on a daily basis.

By 9th grade, I grew to be 5'10" and 180 pounds and decided I'd had enough of being a victim.  At my new high school I punched the first bully in the teeth.   This was first day, first period in the middle of class in front of everyone.  How I ever landed that punch is beyond me, but people left me alone after that.

I promise that I haven't punched anyone in the face for over two years now.  (Don't call me a f*****' t****y when I'm buzzed!)

I want that t-shirt that says, "If I had balls, they'd be bigger than yours!"

Quote from: Jill F on June 19, 2015, 03:03:57 PM
In 7th and 8th grade, my name was "little f****t sissy boy".  I got pummeled on a daily basis.

By 9th grade, I grew to be 5'10" and 180 pounds and decided I'd had enough of being a victim.  At my new high school I punched the first bully in the teeth.   This was first day, first period in the middle of class in front of everyone.  How I ever landed that punch is beyond me, but people left me alone after that.

I promise that I haven't punched anyone in the face for over two years now.  (Don't call me a f*****' t****y when I'm buzzed!)

I want that t-shirt that says, "If I had balls, they'd be bigger than yours!"

Seems you may have outgrown those FS days while growing into your bras and panties!?   I remained the skinny kid and endured the daily traumas well into high school and eventually preferred to be homeless rather than take it anymore.
I started out living in my 55 chevy.  I have now met queer and trans youth who tell me they are not only popular but, one was homecoming queen.  Life does seem to be getting better eh?

 I got called that a lot, kids would follow me around on the playground at school and tease me till I cried, which I did rather easily, that just put blood in the water and the taunting got much worse over time. In junior high I just stayed away from everyone, in high school I latched onto my older brother and his friends they didn't treat much better but at least they kept other people from messing with me.  I am not ready to own that word but I am a girly girl now.

I was definitely bullied all the way through school, the worst was in elementary and middle school. By highschool I learned how to just avoid everyone. And I was never physically bullied. But I always had insults being yelled at me by total strangers. Freak was the most common. That's the one that hurts...

I've always been prissy on the inside but would hardly ever show it. The machismo took over most of the time. I was always a showoff diva and still am.

Unfortunately the word "sissy" was a trigger for me. Growing up I was vey feminine and my father (who was the only make child) wanted to make sure I was "man" enough growing up. He literally tried to beat the femininity out of my growing up and always used the word "sissy" with it.

Growing up, I avoided fights, didn't want anything to do with contact sports and hated violence of any kind. (Didn't like violent movies etc.) My father even tried to get me to join the Army. Thankfully my mother re-married when I was 15 and my step-father was much different. Still took me a while to get over it all.

Yes I got 'sissy' and 'mummy's boy' when I was in school.  I was bullied too and my Dad tried various ways to 'toughen me up'.  He never hit me, but I always felt as if he was disappointed in me.  My first job out of school was as a medical lab technician and some of the lab staff used to call me a 'mummy's boy' too.

I'm nobody's sissy now though, studying Iaido and Tai Chi sword form taught me that.

I F*&^ing hate that word more than anything!!!!!!

I was called that every single day I went to school, it almost killed me and just reading it hurts.

I used to get that all the time in primary school and into young adulthood, then that changed to "man up" and the like.

But inside I always cringed and cried with a "well what do you expect" I am what I am!

L Katy 

Quote from: Nicole on June 20, 2015, 03:19:55 AM
I F*&^ing hate that word more than anything!!!!!!

I was called that every single day I went to school, it almost killed me and just reading it hurts.

Hugs

No, never was called or thought of myself as a sissy. I always tried to fit in with the tough guys to make up for the fact I was lacking a little in the tough department. I had to live being called twinkle toes due to the fact I walked up on my toes a lot. Not sure exactly why maybe it was trying on my mom's high heels so much or something like that. But anyway, Now as an adult I'm stuck feeling like I still should be the big tough man because of the work I do being a mechanic and the type of guys I work with are mostly the manly tough type. But as I have made my decision to move towards transition I am feeling more and more of my "sissy" side come out and if that is what I am so be it. I just would rather be a sissy girl then a sissy guy. So that's my goal to one day be a sissy girl. Just wonder what all the manly mechanic guys I work with will think then. Not that it really matters to me at all. Thanks for the awesome subject.
       Love you all,
                              Tiffany

I was born premature and weighed a little under 5 lbs at birth, and things did not get much better when I got older.  I got called all the perjoratives in school, and was physically bullied on a daily basis.  I was always smaller than the other boys, and a lot of girls (4'10" 90 lb in the ninth grade, 5'6" 120 lbs when I finished high school.)

I fought, got beat up, pummeled, and pushed my little body to the limit and beyond in p.e. trying to prove myself.

In my twenties I discovered bicycle racing and downhill skiing, two sports where size did not matter.

And of course I went into deep denial about my femininity.  Sometimes I cry now over what a cute little teenage girl I would have been.

In adulthood I slowly embraced my femininity, first through hobbies, literature and art, and stealthy little ways of dressing, and then more recently I stopped fighting myself and really surrendered to it, and I am a lot happier.

But I am most definitely not a girly girl.  I am more of a tight jeans and leggings kind of girl than the kind of girl who would wear a skirt for anything other than the office, and I won't tolerate frills or ruffles on anything.

I became a caricature of a man,a male impersonator.I was big and good at fighting(though I hated it,fortunately I lacked the ruthless streak to be a genuine hard case).I went from a stroppy teenage brat who got into a fight at least once a week(Dad offered me £5 if I could last a week without fighting when I was 14,a lot of money in 1971) to a hard drinking,pool shooting,muscle car driving,girl chasing(and boy chasing) bad ass biker.It fooled very few people,I remember overhearing a conversation in a bar.
"Who's that girl with long brown hair?"
"Irish Jimmy's girlfriend"
"She must be a lesbian"!

the extremely deep wound of being called a cry baby through out 1 and 2nd grade and having to live with that by staying in the same school with the same people who called me that through out grade school and into high school , not a fun experience. I've come to realize that yes , I still easily shed tears at the slightest injustice or pain that people cause others and I've come to realize that I'm just a very loving and sensitive person and if that's what a sissy is, so be it, plus I did and still do love to were dresses.

Thanks all for your heartfelt and sometimes painful recollections.  Yes, some triggering even and for that I am truly sorry--that anyone lived with the torment and intolerance of being just different enough for brutal notice.

I was, and still am, confounded by how often people avoid or denigrate the gentle and sweetly romantic style some of us may exhibit.  We all need that love and nurturing but what seems to sell in media world is junk about mayhem and fighting.  We react more readily and reliably to adrenaline in a world that already has a super abundance.

Bring on the sweet but don't check your thesaurus for Sissy as "week, cowardly and effeminate" can also be found in a  world where caricatures of hyper-male and female abound.

I wasn't much called names or anything when I was a kid. Learned early on how to avoid people and just mostly kept to myself.  And honestly, the only time I have been called "sissy" has been by a couple of women who call other women they know well that, so kind of like a term of endearment for them, I suppose.

wasn't Sissy the name of the teen on Family Affair