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Why I Am Called Boiwifey | The Horny Post | 10/2
🕑 Added 2023-10-02 22:23:14 +0000 UTCWe are all aware of what a femboy is. Some are on female hormones, and some are not. And they are equally wonderful. But there is a newer term floating around the internet that is often paired with the term femboy. That word is boywife. An apparent amalgam of the words "boy" and "wife." In queer spaces, submissive males are on occasion called "bois." Therefore, by combining the submissive spelling of boy and the word wife, you get boiwife. But why have I chosen to myself Boiwifey online?
The truth of everything is that I am an incredibly submissive boy with very little physical strength and I am not very smart. I would even call myself below average intelligence. My past partners have called me "ditsy," "stupid," "idiot," and "mentally undeveloped." That last one really hurt when I was told it. But despite its infliction, there may be some truth to it. I am rather scattered brained and need lots of help to do anything above basic household tasks. Due to my demeanor, I realized at the age of 18 that I was made for a different purpose.
I was raised almost entirely by women. The only male in my life growing up was my younger brother. My mother raised me around her own mother and sisters with very little serious male contact. I was even home schooled until 4th grade and I started meeting other boys. My father who I have not seen in 5 years was always afraid that I would grow up to be a sissy boy. The times I did see him were filled with his efforts to turn me into a man who hates women and resolves conflicts with fists. My brother grew up into a man despite also be raised entirely by women, but he became a kind one. Meanwhile I turned into a gay little boy who was always on the look out for the next man to fuck me. When I was 19, I started realizing that I wanted an outward feminine appearance. I started wearing skirts, stockings, knee-highs, crop-tops, and pastels. By 20, I decided I wanted to get on female hormones.
Those hormones morphed me into what I was already becoming. My attraction to men multiplied and thoughts of serving one overtook my every day. My appearance changed as I trained my voice and by half a year on hormones the whole world saw me as a girl. I adopted the name "Madeline" to fit the world's view of me. And for the most part, that is still the name I go by in most situations.
However, a huge part of me was still a boi. My birth name is Matthew, but for short I go by Maddie. Which also works as a nickname for Madeline, so it works perfectly. The boi in and out of me knew that I was not fit to work a normal job. I am simply weaker than other boys and dumber than other girls. I very quickly realized that I was meant to serve a powerful man (or maybe woman.) Men drive me crazy with love and lust. I love you men so much. Men are so strong and protective of small bois like me. And it seems a lot of you like me. Gay men, straight men, bisexual men, it seems not to matter. I seem to appeal to all. And that all includes women.
I am bisexual and hence like women too to a much lesser extent. I am more emotionally attacted to you women. Specifically, I love big butch women with the lesbian hair cut. I have no desire to use my small penis to pleasure women, but I have a killer mouth. (;. I also love being pegged and called a good boy.
The picture of why I called myself Boiwifey must be pretty clear. In all seriousness, being a boiwife is my goal in life. It is not only a fantasy for me. I have been working on myself for years to be suitable as a boiwife to a dominate person. I learned how to clean the whole house and cook. Due to how I was raised, I am very affectionate. I am a pillow to lay your weary head in and make you feel better, a sooth hand to scratch your back, and a person to listen to your struggles. It took me many years, but I now know that I was meant to be a homemaker. I was born for it. By calling myself Boiwifey and making content for the thousands of people who engage in my content on all platforms, I am reminding myself of who I am.
As it stands now, I am not married. And at the end of the day I have bills to pay. And due to my ditsy nature, I haven't been able to keep a job. I live with my mom and brother and for the last 12 years we have been below the U.S.A. poverty line. Y'all here on Patreon are supporting me to an extent that you may never know. By being here you are doing me a world of service. Thank you for being here.
