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 [...]
I know this month’s topic is on femme community—I’m working on that one right now, but I heard the best story this weekend about a femme out in California and I had to share. Someplace in California, there is a 6 ft 3 femme walking around in stilettos, prepared to kill. Let me back up. [...]
i’ve been having a hard time writing about femme stuff lately. actually, i’ve just been having a hard time writing in general. something about Major Life Changes that make me feel so full of words and totally incapable of putting them together in a way that’s worth much to myself. i’ve been wanting to write [...]
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 [...]
there are a few things you expect when moving to a new country. the food: different. the language: different. the slang: unrecognizable. the people: different and yet the same. you’d find among my top 10 day-to-day differences things like living with three straight guys, learning after 11 years to eat some meat, doing laundry by [...]
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 [...]
