Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Love, American Style

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If you don't read Dan Savage, what's wrong with you? He's worth the time. This week, he's featuring heterosexual happy endings...none of which feature a massage therapist and "release" therapy. And honestly--it's not sappy.

I mean--does this read like a typical love story?

I'm a straight male cross-dressing sissy, and even though it was one of the hardest things I've ever done, I told my wife about it before we had a lot invested in the relationship. We've been together five years, and I never imagined being this happy. I blog about our life at

Sweat Shop Sissy

Or this?

I met a total dreamboat online a couple of years ago. He was hesitant to date me because I'd been so much more promiscuous than he had; he figured I wouldn't see anything in a guy like him. We kept our pants on for over two months of dating, but after we had come to our senses, I took a big chance and told him my longtime fantasy of strapping it on. I had no idea how he'd take the news, but it turns out he was quite happy to hear it. Within a few months, we went shopping and he bought a leather harness, the silicone cock he most wanted up his ass, and a vibrator for me—all with his own money. Yes, my boyfriend bought my cock. We now own a house together and have a bedside dresser drawer overflowing with just the right amount of kink. He is an upstanding model of grace in bed. I can't even take it like he does.

Strapped And Happy

I want this to be true...I do. But somehow...I doubt it.

I grew up as a fundamentalist Christian—taught that sex was dirty and nasty, and should therefore be saved for the man you married. Of course the only acceptable type of sex was missionary position in the dark. Until I was in my early 40s, I fully subscribed to that philosophy.

Then I met the love of my life—who turned out to be a gorgeous, fiftysomething, cross-dressing minister who wanted to be dominated, feminized, and fucked with a dildo. It took him a long time to come clean to me—to confess all of his fantasies and sexual quirks—but the more he told me, the more intrigued and turned on I got. I can't seem to get enough of him!

My only complaint is that he said he wanted to be a sissy maid—but he never seems to find the time to clean my damned apartment!


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