I’m the only femme I know!
Over the past few weeks I have slowly come to the realization that I am pretty isolated from other gender-conscious femmes. By gender-conscious, I mean queer ladies who are keen on gender theory and the purposeful, thoughtful performance of gender. I am the only one around these parts. I do interact with other femmes when I’m out in the clubs and stuff. There are several burlesque performers and go-go dancers in the area whose gender politics I have discovered. But that’s it. Most other queer ladies I know are either butch, somewhere in between, or just don’t care to define themselves (which is also totally fine by me!). As I was reading everyone’s accounts of the Femme Conference in Chicago I was totally jealous, I found myself longing to be in a crowded room and femmes and femme allies. After Sinclair invited insisted upon my presence at the next one, I vowed to myself that I participate more formally in this conversation about queer femininity. It’s for my own survival, really.
Are any of you isolated like this? My closest friends are butches, and so is my girlfriend. All of my other friends and acquaintances are straight, or bisexual living heteronormative lifestyles. It’s hard to be a soldier in an army of feminine gender warriors when there’s no one around to link arms with for the kick line, ya know? I’m totally grateful to such a very warm and welcoming brigade of femmes in this family, but I sure wish I could go out for coffee with all of you so we could get to know each other’s stories and and histories.
So how do you girls do it? How do you cultivate sisterhood with other femmes when they’re not right there next to you, in the flesh? Where do I go to find other gender-conscious femmes? What if they’re just not there, how do I come to a place of autonomy, and if so, how do I get plugged into the matrix?

