I’ve been feeling femme-y lately.
[they/they’re/their pronouns. do not ‘she’ me.]
I don’t love myself. It’s not that I haven’t tried or that I don’t want to, but it’s due to the fact that people don’t love brown trans femmes like me. How can I love myself when the only time I see…
My work, my whole life has been dedicated to liberation. One of my favorite writers is Mia Mingus, who is also a ‘femme identified womyn of color’ who is a disability justice activist says, “To me, femme must include ending ableism, white supremacy, heterosexism, the gender binary, economic exploitation, sexual violence, population control, male supremacy, war and militarization, and ownership of children and land.” And that resonates with me so powerfully.
Peeling Back The Labels: ‘Femme’ By Default (by Becca Dickerson)
I knew I had long since grown out of being a tomboy and that there had to be a step between soft stud and high femme. Then a friend introduced me to a Tumblr devoted to hard femmes.
These were the women who looked like me; shaved heads, piercings, tats–still wearing short skirts, heels and my beloved combat boots. These were women with all sorts of bodies, looking at the cameras with such intense eyes you could almost hear them cussing. They stretch the lines of “pretty” and expand the view of beautiful. Few moments have made me as ecstatic as when I saw that blog. But then came the awkward part; modifying my wardrobe and slipping into my new skin–kind of. The only reason it was awkward was because I was so very aware of my purpose. And so very sure no one would understand its importance–especially my girlfriend. READ MORE
Femme vs Feminine
Majestic and I answer a question about femme identity, femininity and masculine privilege in queer communities and I check my hair more times than probably necessary.
Cool questions and answers. Also, super appreciation of the photos of fat bodies on the wall behind these femmes.
HOW TO BE A MOON FEMME.