The Psychology of Sissification

How feminization and sissification can heal patriarchal wounds (and how to execute them for the best results).

I love being a Woman. When I was just a wee little Miss, I would spend hours playing dress up and rifling through my mother’s jewelry drawers. I became entranced as I followed the scent of Mary Kay from bathroom to bedroom and back again, watching as she applied her makeup and dressed for the day. It must have been a treat to behold the two of us in that state, a little mini trailing behind like a shadow in her wake. My mother always seemed to find the more tedious aspects of Womanhood to be slightly cumbersome and time-wasting. She loved to look her best and always did, but she grew more accustomed to her most natural state as the years went on. I on the other hand, grew more infatuated with my femininity than my mother had ever been with anything closely relating.

She would often tell me that I must have been switched at birth. After years of begging god to give her a boy, she was stuck with me and couldn’t imagine how I had become “such a girly girl.” I couldn’t imagine how someone who so hell-bent on upholding capitalism could ignore one of the most lucrative resources bestowed upon the Women in our family — our uniquely striking beauty. Whether she realizes her follies or not, my mother is one of the most staunch misogynists I’ve ever known. She greatly encouraged my friendships with boys over girls because “girls are just so much drama,” and regularly kept me enrolled in activities like karate and soccer to promote that sentiment, even though I really only wanted to do ballet, play dress up, make art, and host tea parties for my neighborhood friends. I still found enjoyment in those activities in my own way and took a lot away from those experiences with the boys as a child, but likely not what she was hoping I would.