There are a lot of ideas about gender out there.
To start out, let’s just go ahead and get some common definitions and vocabulary in here. Gender is something that is constructed, something you create on a daily basis. Your sex is what’s between your legs, and your orientation is what you’re attracted to (including any fetishes). Gender, however, is something that is primarily created in the mind and enacted into the world by deliberate actions.
I know, that’s a confusing thing, isn’t it. Let’s simplify a bit:
When you decide to put on a suit and tie, you’re dressing up as a man. When you decide to put on sheer panties, matching bra and thigh high stockings, you’re dressing as a woman. And when you go whole hog with a wig, makeup, underwear and dress, stockings and shoes, then you’re really playing with gender. Actually, all of these scenarios are examples of playing with gender.
Lest you think only men can play with gender, let me set you (ha ha) straight.
Women can play gender games too. I have a strappon cock gentlemen, and I ~love~ using it. I like to fuck women, I love fucking men, I adore having my cock sucked and, hell, even just walking around with it sticking out in front of me like a raging hard on is a turn on. I’ve dressed up in a man’s suit, complete with tie and fedora, and teased the fuck out of my lovers. I have a packing cock, so when I dress as male I can have a realistic bulge in my pants.
Speaking of that realistic bulge…
Here’s one of my favorite ways to play with gender, using my packing cock. I like to wear my packing cock in my jeans. When I’m in a teasing and mean mood, I’ll tell my lover that I’m in the mood to have my cock sucked. I command him to get between my legs and make me hard. Make my cock grow, in my pants. Touch me, tease my thighs, my ass, run your fingernails over me and suckle at my cock just under that zipper.
And no matter what they do, that packing cock just won’t get hard. It’s so humiliating for them, and such a turn on for me. Imagine being ordered to get me hard, to suck me off, and then have me berate you for being so bad, so pathetic, such a looser at sucking cock that you just don’t do it for me. (Told you it was mean…) Eventually, if they beg me enough, I’ll switch to my Share and let them give me a real blowjob.
I haven’t been here in forever. Still, I just cant’ believe no one could help but to respond to this; and a whole bunch before it. I mean, I so don’t get that. You are … Sooo real. And … sooo, truly; … wicked; yeah; but in such a ridiculously desirable; wantable (sp? yeah, I know) way. Fuck. They should just come in and … taste;
… and be lost; and be devoured; … and love it.
Knowing; … I believe that.
Yeah.
I love your words.
And your mind. Your mind is exemplary.
…It’s true, if more people came upon my words, they’d fall all over themselves to lay at my feet and be consumed by me.
WOW, Harper! This is a wonderful post. I do think the crossdressers and sissies and men who dress in women’s clothing for whatever reason often don’t think about Mistress dressing in her own gender bending way. But, to really understand gender, it is delightful to begin to play in all the various playgrounds 🙂 Thank you for pointing that out in your usual sexy, smart way!
Y’know, it’s really broadened my world when I started to think of all the different ways I could enjoy myself in and with my body. I figure, why let the sissies have all the fun? It is a lot of fun to dress in drag, to play with the way people see me. I’ve always liked the performance aspect of clothing and fashion, so expanding the arena of play to include messing with my own gender presentation was just logical.
And really, it was when I realized that one of the things I’m most attracted to is androgeny… Something about looking at a person and seeing features of both genders just does it for me. Yum! Men in kilts, or skirts, or a nice sarong wrapped around them (have you seen that commercial on tv, the one about vacation, with that fantasic guy in the sarong? And he says something like “I will wear a sarong, and make it look ~good~.” Because, yes, yes sir, you do make that look good. Hot damn.) And there’s something terribly sexy about a woman in a man’s suit. I mean, it’s this image we all have of a hot woman the next morning in a man’s button down shirt and nothing else, right?
Just, yeah. Genderbending rules. lol!!! I love every single thing abot it. more more more…