A Collection of Great Dance Songs

I've always liked The Pink Floyd and that is one reason why I decided to post this album on my blog(s) as I bought this in 1981 from W H Smiths as it has a selection of the songs featured on their albums which are really best listened to in their entirety.

One thing about it is it has a new recording of Money which was issued as a single originally in 1973 on it and the other is there's a special edit of Another Brick In The Wall Part II from the massive selling The Wall album which was a number one single here.

The arrangement of Wish You Were Here is a special edit for this album  so actually it both summarizes their output and at the same time gives you something different.

Also printed to my Friends Reunited Blog

Playing with your inner sissy

In the earliest permeations of this blog it didn't take long to just come out and say images like this  really brought the submissive side of me out, imagining her as a would be female dominant with all that leather and implements for really pushing any and all the components of my sissy side out.

It wouldn't take so long before forms of sissiness such as sissy maid, sissy schoolgurl, bimbo etc would start given the right encouragement to emerge from that side as much as the little side is usually out because it's really about the inner conflict and need to be the whole you this whole thing is about.

You push the buttons, we just feel better for letting it out.

A child like me

Past glimpses

Trying to be helpful but not being attentive school life for me was like this. Teachers did punish us but we preferred it know what would happen if they were not in control of us and we learned to respect adult authority.

We wore uniform at school with something fairly similar at social events with our families too and being boys we wore shorts which at the time were short with about four inch inside leg at the most but as your mate did too we just got on with it.

You were a boy and so you played footie disabled or not school break times, at cubs and on the streets with your mates cos we knew we were boys and that was it. The end.

It wasn't that I may not and did not wish to wear skirts at the time, I did, but that was how I wanted to project myself as that boy because just liking to wear skirts and play some games and do more girly things didn't just mean I wasn't a boy but I couldn't be a girl either.

I quite liked being that child but as me, a very feminine mixture.