Why I Love Being A Femme

My recent post about why I love being a sex writer prompted me to write a post here about why I love being a femme.

You see, as I see it, I can dip my toes in the stream and the creek – in the ocean and the seas.  As it’s been pointed out recently in our discussions here, being femme can mean so many things to so many people.  To me, it means I have more choice.

As I see it, as a femme I can get all dressed up, put on the little black Audrey Hepburn dress and put my hair up and wear gorgeous jewelry, cuban stockings, and heels and be stunningly gorgeous.  It means I can go to the make-up counter on a blergy day and get a make-over just because I want the pick me up.    I get the girly side, or as I like to call it the frosting side.  The perks of being a girl, as I see it.

Because also as a femme I can hang out in my cute little pajamas and tank top without makeup and still look just as femme and cute.

I can wear jeans and tennis shoes and a school soccer shirt and I’m a MILF.

But aside from the aesthetic flexibility to the social dress code from which I benefit as a femme, I have the added benefit of double dipping as a poly queer femme in the sex pool, if you’ll forgive the pun.

I feel like as a queer femme I have a lot of choices in terms of sexual partners.  I am attracted to men and women of all types and it seems that men and women of all types seem to enjoy the company of a slutty queer femme.   I enjoy a sexy man every bit as much as I enjoy a sexy woman, but for very different reasons.  I love sleeping on both sides of the bed of masculinity and femininity.  I love being the third in a threesome or the center of attention with two men.

I think I get the best of both worlds as a queer femme.  It’s something I identify with so strongly that I can’t imagine being any other way than the way I am.  To conceive of myself as a queer butch is as difficult to envision as it is for me to envision being a stay-at-home heterosexual (monoromantic) housewife.  Please don’t get your feathers ruffled, housewives and butches, I just mean for me I can’t even imagine it.  The thought of me packing just makes me giggle.  The idea of me being sexually active with just one man for the rest of my life makes me uneasy.  A queer femme I am.  Indeed.

Other posts by CatalinaLoves

• Help Support Queer and Erotic Artists - November 26th, 2008
• All Hail The We-Vibe! - November 5th, 2008
• The Butterfly Temptress Cancer Fund - October 28th, 2008
• 5 Reasons Why I Love My Hitachi Magic Wand - September 30th, 2008
• Madison Young's "Lesbian Life: Real Sex San Francisco" - September 23rd, 2008

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