It seems I do nothing these days but think, process endlessly, and write about femme stuff. Perhaps I can collect these thoughts all in one place.
I love googling "femme" or "femme identity" and discovering new blogs, new voices, new books, new everything coming out. The femme revolution - a femme I know said recently that it's finally starting. I couldn't agree more. And it sends tingles down my spine.
The magic of femmes together: fucking unstoppable. One night early this spring, two incredible femmes I know both happened to be in town visiting, and the three of us had the good fortune of being able to spend a little time as a trio. We were rocking glam that night, all tattoos and tits, boots and blood red lips. And I remember telling the friend who was sharing my bed, later that night, "The three of us, tonight, it felt like that good part of high school. Like I wanted to shoplift. Wait, that sounds petty. But I had this urge to just - fuck shit up. I felt dangerous and, yes, unstoppable. Like the three of us together.. a girl gang."
Or like this weekend, when some of my troupemates were producing this crazy huge drag (and other) performance showcase called Freakshow a Go Go. And there were a ton of femmes here. It felt like a mini Femme Conference. We had spontaneous femme pool party at my apartment building and lots of love and conversation and affection all weekend. I truly believe that if we all got to be together more than just a few days at a time, we would take over the world and solve everything. Just... magical. Explosive. Dynamic.