Loving the cliches
(See my previous related post for all pertinent disclaimers. I trust repetition is unnecessary)
I’ve debated for a month or so now whether or not to bring up this subject. It can be tricky to maintain a site which is ostensibly about something which is considered by many to be a fetish behavior without becoming a cliched fetish site. Even the most mainstream of TG forums struggle against the invasion of what some consider “lowbrow” overly sexualized material. Still, to ignore it completely can make it the “elephant in the room” and, let’s be honest, cis-women in our day and age don’t bend over backwards in most cases to deny their sexual appetites. If it’s one thing the internet has shown us it’s that very many women are all too happy to have fun with the sort of sexuality that was once considered “deviant.” Look around, for instance, at how many women openly acknowledge they see the fun in getting spanked.
So I’m going to go ahead and talk about it and hold your lectures about sexism and such, okay? We’re allowed to have some fun with our femininity too.
The subject that’s on my mind is how often we feel attracted to the “sexist” cliches in how we exercise our femininity. This is somewhat related to my previous discussion of submissiveness but goes beyond that. I hardly need to list for you the various ways these might manifest. The french maid, the blonde bimbo, the hooker, the sexy nurse , the naughty schoolgirl. These are not always just costumes reserved for Halloween or the occasional party, but the speak to certain roles. I admit, for my part, that I find the “blonde bimbo” cliche strongly compelling. Not to sound egotistical but I have plenty of intelligence, I don’t fit the mold at all, and it can be very hard to “play dumb” even if one wanted to indulge. But nevertheless, I find the fantasy of being able to step into that role for a night or a weekend to be fascinating. I don’t think I’m alone in having such fantasies. It bears repeating that cis-women are just as prone to such fantasies as we could ever be and I submit that they are nothing of which to be ashamed.
It seems to me that very often crossdresing is not just dressing like the “everyday woman” but rather, dressing with some feminine mystique in mind, some “sexist” cliche that is being played to. And there’s not a thing wrong with that.
Photo credit: Beto Ruiz Alonso