No! Absolutely not! You first have to pay your dues. You first need to experience the slaps to the back of the head on the school bus, the trips in the hallway, the books slapped out of your hand, being pushed down the stairwell, the girls laughing at your pathetic attempts to show interest, your pant pulled down if front of everybody... beatings and humiliations without end. You need to be called, in addition to “sissy”, fairy, pansy, pu$$y, dweeb, dork, faggot, queer, homo... and you have to come to believe it. You must one day realize that you really do belong with all your freaky friends: scrubs, fats, nerds, nose pickers and pants wetters. You're happy the day you were picked before your friend the fat kid for the soccer team. Then there is the sobs under the covers, the self hate, the depression, suicide obsession, counselors and doctors, medications, psych wards and hospitals, addictions and alcoholism until you are standing at the edge staring into the abyss deciding whether to jump.
If you come through all of that, THEN you can look in the mirror and say, “I am a sissy, but unlike my tormentors, I'm not a coward or a weakling.” I don't hide behind authority or numbers. I can't fight but I don't back down. A male but not a man, girly but not a girl, I am my own gender. You can't just throw on some frilly frock and call yourself a sissy. It has to be earned.