I Wish I Were A Sissy
Gabriel Duncan

I wish I were a sissy;
Pretty, effeminate and witty;
Fashionable, perhaps debonair;
Passionate, with an even, seductive stare.

I wish I were a sissy.
If only I could pull it off.
But I’m too comfortable,
In my camouflage and miss-matched socks.

I wish I were a sissy.
Maybe then we’d get along.
But all my strutting’s got them thinking,
I must have got it wrong.

If I were caught; there’d be no asking,
And even less to tell.
Who I fuck is less than half me.
But who am I to dwell?

I wish I were a sissy.
But my stature has them fooled.
I’m up to my turtleneck in pussy,
One more punch I didn’t pull.

I wish I were a sissy;
Friendly, confidant and clean.
Spunky like a twinky,
Some kind of timeless novelty.

I wish I were a sissy.
Because they see me as a snake.
Like a tunneling wolf spider,
Waiting for some stupid woman to take the bait.

If I could fake it,
I guess I would.
But I’ve tried all I can,
And straight porn does me no good.

I wish I were a sissy,
Another step above.
I wish I were a sissy;
Just like all the men I love.

I wish I were a sissy.
The kind society wants me to be.
My own kind finds me lacking,
Str8-acting, gay deficiency.