It’s funny to me, when I hear the words “femme role model”… the first person I think of is actually a butch. The first butch I ever met, the first person who made me want to express myself in a way that made sense to myself, not to the androstandards that I had, that very [...]
Hi, I have a couple of questions. I currently don’t have a label yet, because I am not labeling my sexual orientation until I have a relationship with a woman or encounters in which I can completely label my sexual orientation. But for now, I could call myself bi-curious. So anyways… how would a lipstick [...]
Oddly enough, I don’t recall any huge instances where I had to come out to anyone else. Even coming out as non-straight to my parents was no big deal. I haven’t had to deal with a huge amount of the “femme invisibility” issue that seems to plague many of us, for whatever reason. Back when [...]
The other day I was leaving my usual teahouse after visiting with an old friend from my first high school. A couple of ladies struck up a conversation with me about the baby blanket I had been knitting. I explained that it was a gift to a young man whom I had originally met when [...]
A lot of us spend a lot of time talking about the invisibility that femmes face in our daily lives in terms of not always being read as queer and I think most if not all of us have had the experinece of feeling as though our particular queered femininity was not apprecaited or welcome [...]
(taken on the MegaBus on my way to Philly) Ok, so to be honest I’ve been falling a little bit behind in my regular blogging. I don’t have any super great excuses but it’s been a hectic month of starting to get things finalized with the manuscript for my anthology Kicked Out and in general [...]
i’ve been thinking a lot lately about the way that femmes are so often defined and recognized by proximity to their relationship to a “more visible” partner or date. now, this is not new: we femmes spend a lot of time talking about invisibility, how to be and show off femme without a partner who [...]
this morning, I got called a whore by some girl on the street. while the sentiment was not a nice one coming from her, I couldn’t help but appreciate that she had recognized me as someone different. and not just different because I’m a blue-eyed gringa in this southern Mexico town. different because of that [...]
