Wednesday, September 03, 2008

When I Was A Boy

During childhood, as Dar Williams can attest, genders are not so staid and solid as they will later become. To be sure, I went through phases when I would not wear pants, and had names for the pink dress with three unicorns on the front, and the purple dress with tiny valentines. But probably before that, and certainly for most of childhood and life after, I was a different sort of kid.

I have a picture of me at my 10th birthday party, wearing a pair of cut-off jean shorts with holes all around the bottom, with blood caked down my leg from some fall or scrape, and a huge grin on my face. I fell somewhere in the middle of the girl-boy continuum. I played with Barbies constantly, but mostly they were wild jungle heroines, saving Ken from some unknown danger. Other times Ken would rescue Barbie and they would fight along side. I made my own outfits for them, out of bits of handkerchief and clothes pins. And yes, I tied them up. Other times I was a superhero, and other times a harem girl, and I was aware of my sexuality from a young age. And I noticed early on that little girls have a cruelty that boys don't have. Boys can tease, and they can ignore, but they don't have the same calculated, planned unkindness that girls have for those that don't make the cut. I, of course, never did, and so I decided for a while that I would be a boy.

It didn't really work, but all through middle school I wore boys' pants, I hung out with boys, I worked hard to become One Of The Guys, and rather than fight the laughing misogyny of the young bastards I hung out with, I absorbed it. I have it to this day, meshing poorly with deep seated feminism -- a feeling that if women are just as smart and capable as men are, if only they would stop being so fucking irrational all the time.

And there I was, in college. I liked to wear wide-leg pants and small, tailored velvet blazers, and put my hair up into a news-boy cap. At the prom party, I went as another girls date, with my hair slicked back, in a tail coat and a collared shirt unbuttoned to show my wonder-bra-ed breasts. I love boys in corsets and girls with shaved heads, a helpless devotee of androgyny.

So, this is me. And then I met a Boy who liked to be fucked.

And here is where it gets interesting: I love fucking boy, I love strapping on a cock, but wearing a cock while I fuck him makes me feel... well, androgynous, yes. But very much on the Female side of androgyny. I am a woman with a cock, powerful and lovely. I love that feeling.

Recently, however, we began to be unhappy about the fact that with the glorious harness Boy made for me, I cannot be fucked while wearing the cock. We were unsure what to do to solve the problem, until Boy remembered the rope-harness we learned in Bondage You Can Use by Lee "Bridget" Harrington, the bestest of the best of Sex and Bondage Educators. It took a bit of modification, but suddenly I could wear a cock and still have my girlbits exposed. I could have a cock, and still be fucked.

In this submissive position, my cock meant a whole other thing. It never occurred to me that I was a girl in that context: I was a boy, submissive to a bigger, stronger Boy. And I LOVED it. I had never been a boy the way I was like that, even though vaginal intercourse made my girl parts very apparent. Nor had I ever felt submissive in the same way I did, with my hard silicone cock pushed into the bed and the base pushing against my pubic mound, turning me on even more as Boy fucked me.

So what does it mean, do you think, that when I wear a cock and am dominant, I remain a female thing, but when I wear it and submit I become a boything? I don't know how to parse it. I just know that I want more. I want to be a submissive boy and a dominant girl. Maybe not forever or exclusively, but this does a new pieces in the jigsaw puzzle of my gendering.

Plus also, funsex. More please soon.


Blogger Rogue said...

Oh, I would have swooned for you in school. My oh my.

For that matter, I could swoon for you now.

4:56 PM  
Anonymous maymay said...

I do swoon for you, now!

Seriously, I think this was the best post of yours I've ever read. More please! Kthnxbai. ;)

Also, I sorely miss you. Glad to hear you're well.

6:08 AM  
Blogger The Boy said...

As the old saw has it, Fuck the Binary! I like fucking you as a submissive boy-thing and being fucked by you as a dominant girl-thing, and you're real pretty either way. I need to bend you over the bed next time, though, let you feel your cock rubbing against the bed. Mmm, funsex.

12:25 PM  
Blogger Calico said...

Re-arrived via Maymay (mostly because he comes before you alphabetically in my feedreader). Thank you for a lovely kickoff to my morning. Oooh, goodness.

Back in the day Hiromi/Brett (Brent?) of the now-defunct blog Panties Panties Panties talked about fucking while she wore a packing cock, and watching it lazily twitch and flop as he fucked her. For some reason that image has stayed powerfully with me. Maybe because hard strap-ons have become cliched for me to the point of nearly desexualizing them. A soft cock was unexpected, almost more real. And using it there would be no question of skipping unexamined to the action. That examination IS the action. You'd have to talk dirty, say what about it turned you on -- admit you got off on exploring gender and role. Oh yum.

I kink hard for androgyny but it's painfully hip these days.

2:06 PM  
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5:13 AM  
Blogger Curvaceous Dee said...

What a fantastic post! Fantastic for its thought-provoking, gender-fucking, hot-imagery, delicious-writing. You've just made a new fan :)

xx Dee

5:13 AM  
Blogger BBW Switch said...

I am in a different generation than you, an older one, and I have to agree with you that androgyny has become "hip" but I would add that it is becoming hip Again. I have seen it resurface to the mainstream population several times in my life as well as historically, as you pointed out.
I have a "thing" for androgynous people, my males being defined as "could be gays" in their appearance and mannerisms and my women being defined as "testosterone injected" because of their "masculine" qualities.
For me it is about recognizing that bit-parts are interchangable because people are all of what is defined as masculine and feminine, they just choose to present the elements they are most comfortable with in society.
It is bringing forth what they are not comfortable with, using it to create an identity exclusive from society that is most rewarding - for me and for them. Allowing a person to be complete with both their feminine and masculine elements, not chosing one or the other, is truly satisfying.:)

3:21 AM  
Anonymous black and blue said...

I enjoy sitting on my boy-lover, seeing his cock sandwiched between us, and mentally, taking possession of it as being attached to my body, and jerking it off. Yes, I heart androgyny too. I explain my attractions to "girly-boys and manly-girls".

9:45 PM  
Anonymous said...

you know...
I think you might be a little disturbed (like, in a good way) and you have a terrific blog (understatement)

It's a hell of an entertaining combination.

1:26 AM  

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