My husbutch and I just spent a week in Provincetown for Women’s Week and an RVW rally. Ok, now, that’s a lotta lesbians! And everywhere I went – walking down Commercial Street, sitting in venues, browsing in Womencrafts, meandering on the beach, relaxing at the campsite – I heard lesbian laughter.
From the big butch bellow to the snide dyke cackle and every giggle, titter, snort, and jiggly belly laugh in between, the streets were alive with lesbian merriment. Oh, what music to my ears it was! The sound of my people gathering together and enjoying themselves.
Sacred space.
There are so many kinds of laughter. The lesbian comedians in the house last week know this. Mimi Gonzalez, Jennie McNulty, Poppy Champlin, Lisa Koch (aka Sister La-BEEH-a), Kristen Becker, Suzanne Westenhoefer, Judy Gold, Robin Tyler, Fiona Goodwin, and Vicki Shaw (best drag king name ever: Mike Hunt) all know that we need to laugh together. Laugh with sympathy. Laugh to help ease the pain (those of us in 12-step know how full of laughter are our healing rooms). Laugh to celebrate, mourn, mend, remember, forget.
The greater the challenges, the more we need to laugh together.
Laugh today, my darlings. Look up any one of the above comedians and have yourself a wee chortle break.
Breath.
Giggle.
Onwards.
Since 2016, I here at The Total Femme have done my best to post thrice a week: Meditations for Queer Femmes on Monday, Pingy Dingy on Wednesday, and Femme Friday on you know when. I’m pulling back the reins now, darlings, and going down to once a week, this Meditation. This doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear from you. Send me your poetry, your musings, your art, your wonderful you, and I will love you and hold you and feature you right here. So let me hear from you! thetotalfemme@gmail.com. And stop by on Mondays for a bit of sacred femme space.
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