Femme Friday – Literary Femmes: Graciela from the short story “Glamour” by Anna-Marie McLemore

            In California, 1923, Graciela Morena wants to be a movie star so badly that she uses color glamour to make herself appear white and she changes her name to Grace Moran. When she runs into a boy from her past, Sawyer, she begins to re-examine and recast her dreams.

            “In the midst of oppression,” writes Anna-Marie McLemore in their Author’s Notes, “seeing the magical even through the tragic, the unjust, the heartbreaking, is a way of survival, for people, for communities, for cultures. Our spirits depend on not overlooking that which might be dismissed or ignored.”

Deep gratitude to Anna-Marie for dreaming Graciela into the Great Femme Universe. Thank you for giving me permission to honor her here as a femme, although she might not have had that language for herself. Her love and understanding of Sawyer, a transboy (also not the language he would have had) is tender and filled with such gorgeous possibility. The love Graciela begins to center on herself is a gift and inspiration to all femmes everywhere. Thank you for giving us this glimpse of a magical femme past, inspiring our present and our future.

            “So there’s nothing you want?” she asked

            He came toward her, so slowly he did not limp. “I didn’t say that.”

            He slid his hand onto the back of her neck and kissed her. He tasted like the honey and first-harvest apricots they’d eaten after dinner. Amber sugar. Fireweed. It made her bite his lower lip just hard enough that the sound he made could have been either pain or him asking her to do it again.

            For a second, that taste faded away, leaving behind the bitter tang of brick wine. For a second they were back on that brocade fainting couch, and she was flinching under the feeling that one more kiss would break down the girl she’d given everything to be.

            But this was not some borrowed green room. This was the night air threading through her family’s almond trees. She was not laced into some costume corset, a petticoat rough against her legs. She wore a dress made by her mother, the skirt smooth as poured cream.

            This was not some set where she had to stuff herself into a girl called Grace Moran.

            There was as much room for Sawyer and Graciela as the whole shimmering sky.

                                                –Anna-Marie McLemore, “Glamour”

The Radical Element: 12 Stories of Daredevils, Debutantes and Other Dauntless Girls, edited by Jessica Spotswood, Candlewick Press, 2018

P.S. We are so lucky, because Anna-Marie has written so many gorgeous books! Go forth and read her novels: The Weight of Feathers, Blanca & Roja, Dark and Deepest Red, Lake Lore, The Mirror Season, Wild Beauty, Miss Meteor, Self-Made Boys, and When the Moon Was Ours. Order them from Womencrafts!

Every Friday, I showcase a queer femme goddess. I want to feature you! Write to me at thetotalfemme@gmail.com and let me shine a spotlight on your beautiful, unique, femmelife! If you’ve written a femme story or poem or song, oh, please let me post it!

At the Total Femme, my intention is to post three or four times a week: Meditations for Queer Femmes on Monday, Pingy-Dingy Wednesday on Wednesday, Femme Friday on Friday, and (new for spring 22!) the occasional Sometimes On A. Rather than play catch-up in a stressful fashion on those weeks when life prevents posting, I have decided to just move gaily forward: if I miss a Monday, the next post will be on Wednesday, and so on. Thank you, little bottle of antibiotics for inspiring me in this! (“…if it’s almost time for the next dose, skip the missed dose and continue your regular dosing schedule. Don’t take a double dose to make up for a missed one.”) And…as I go through life life life, I will post as I am able, Mabel.

Meditations for Queer Femmes – That Ol’ Usta Be

“I miss the way things used to be,” a friend told me last time we spoke.

Sweet my fragrant femme blossoms, don’t we know just exactly what she means? So much has changed. So much is cattywampus and fractured and sinister and downright shitty just about now. Old coping skills have gone up in smoke and new coping skills are uncomfortable and unwieldy. I miss so many things from pre-pandemic times, so many things that are over, Rover. You know, you know, you know what I’m talking about, don’t you?

Last night, my 23-year old hied him off and out of town. After several years of trying, he is finally launched on his travel adventure: Thailand for ten days, and then to Japan to spend a year learning Japanese.

Before he left, we went to see my 90-year old mom together. She kept dozing off, but when she was awake, she was pretty front and center. “That’s quite strenuous!” she said, as he told her about his plans. “That’s amazing!”

Then he and I had lunch and went over details together (really, he was all set, but he generously shared with me because he knew how much I’ve been enjoying seeing him get ready for his adventure). I bought him some snacks for the airplane and hugged him tight, tight, tight, saying, “Aishiteru! Aishiteru!” which is I love you in Japanese. He was flying Qatar airlines, so was modestly dressed in slightly-too-small slacks and button-down shirt. I will miss being in the presence of those knobbly wrists and ankles!

But it wouldn’t be good if he stayed here. He has to go do his thing. Even if the world is so incredibly changed since I hied me off on my travel adventures when I was his age. I just got a text from him that he landed in Doha. My parents were lucky if they heard from me a week after I’d left – I think I was supposed to call when I landed, but sometimes I forgot. I don’t think the difference is one way or another, good or bad. It just is. Ok, I’m lying. I do miss the old days. But there’s missing and there’s pining away into misery.

Darlings, I know you miss so many things. From the before, from the coulda-been, from the wish-it-was. Circumstances press down on us. We feel unmoored, to say the least. But change, you know. It’s like breath. It’s life. Sweetness and loss. Love and grief. Oh, all of it!

All that you touch, you change.

All that you change, changes you.

The only lasting truth is change.

God is change.

Octavia Butler’s words hang above my desk on a postcard from Southerners On New Ground. Whatever God is for you, sister queer femmes, there is comfort in Octavia’s wisdom. Around and around, on and on, we move through this beautiful day, with the wind and the sun and the blue jays yelling at the squirrels.

Rest in change. It sounds impossible! But I think we do it every day. Next, my darlings.

Next.

Every Monday, I offer a Meditation for Queer Femmes, in the spirit of my maternal grandmother, Mimi, who was fabulous, and from whom I inherited her Meditations for Women. Would you like to offer up a Meditation of your own? I would love that! Send it along to me at thetotatalfemme@gmail.com.

At the Total Femme, my intention is to post three or four times a week: Meditations for Queer Femmes on Monday, Pingy-Dingy Wednesday on Wednesday, Femme Friday on Friday, and (new for spring 22!) the occasional Sometimes On A. Rather than play catch-up in a stressful fashion on those weeks when life prevents posting, I have decided to just move gaily forward: if I miss a Monday, the next post will be on Wednesday, and so on. Thank you, little bottle of antibiotics for inspiring me in this! (“…if it’s almost time for the next dose, skip the missed dose and continue your regular dosing schedule. Don’t take a double dose to make up for a missed one.”) And…as I go through life life life, I will post as I am able, Mabel.

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Pingy-Dingy Wednesday – Nonprofit AF

Vu over at Nonprofit AF always has relevant and thoughtful things to say, and this post in particular has my admiration and respect. I really appreciate how Vu uses his own past behavior to talk about what not to do, modeling growth and action. I never realized how much alcohol is a part of just about everything until, like Vu, I became aware of the addiction and alcoholism of a family member. When an event is centered around drinking, it is at the very least, disconcerting for me, and often extremely painful.

Dearest Vu, you get one pingy-dingy! Thank you for bringing up this extremely important topic, and for getting the ball rolling for continued conversation and community support.

I’m a typewriter whompin’, card catalogue lovin’ white girl from back in the day, and I yearn for a time before the covers of trade paperbacks were all squidgy, so you can imagine that I don’t actually understand what a pingback is. I do know that it can in some way be part of spreading the love, and since that’s what I’m all about at The Total Femme… every Wednesday, I pay homage to the laughter and inspiration to be had elsewhere online. If you have a favorite, let me know and I’ll post it! Write to me at thetotalfemme@gmail.com.

At the Total Femme, my intention is to post three or four times a week: Meditations for Queer Femmes on Monday, Pingy-Dingy Wednesday on Wednesday, Femme Friday on Friday, and (new for spring 22!) the occasional Sometimes On A. Rather than play catch-up in a stressful fashion on those weeks when life prevents posting, I have decided to just move gaily forward: if I miss a Monday, the next post will be on Wednesday, and so on. Thank you, little bottle of antibiotics for inspiring me in this! (“…if it’s almost time for the next dose, skip the missed dose and continue your regular dosing schedule. Don’t take a double dose to make up for a missed one.”) And…as I go through life life life, I will post as I am able, Mabel.

Meditations for Queer Femmes – Keep That Queer Femme Energy Comin’!

Friday night, Tex and I went to the Dyke March. Saturday afternoon we had a little neighborhood Pride gathering in our driveway. Yesterday, we went to our town’s Pride event on the grounds of Town Hall.

At the Dyke March, we marched with the Urvies, holding signs with photos of Urvashi Vaid (1958-2022) and chanting things like:

Never straight! Always curvy! We are marching for our Urvi!

and

We’re dykes! Don’t touch us! We’ll kill you!

and

2, 4, 6, 8! Right wing assholes, stop the hate!

My sign said: Crush White Supremacy on one side, and Fuck SCOTUS on the other.

Being with the Urvies, talking with younger folx to let them know who Urvashi was, shouting out our anger, grief, and community connection with other dykes was deeply, deeply satisfying.

In our driveway on Saturday neighborhood queers of all ages and situations mingled and chatted. I organized an extremely ad hoc mini-Pride parade for the kids – one mom decorated her daughter’s bike handles with festive rainbow socks. A bit chaotic, as these events always are, we were still able to chit chat and get to know each other just that much better. It was chill, and sweet, and slightly chaotic (there were tears and scraped knees from some of the younger set). I loved it.

Yesterday, groups of rainbowed out middle schoolers sat together on the grass, many wearing various flags as capes. A young lesbian, member of the high school Gender/Sexuality Alliance walked around hanging out rainbow beads to anyone who needed some. Town officials, including the chief of police, select board members, and commissioners from the Rainbow Commission read the 2016 proclamation announcing the creation of the LGBTQIA+ Rainbow Commission. I hugged friends and colleagues I hadn’t seen in a couple of years and chatted with a few of the kids. I really miss chatting with queer kids, so my soul was fed.

There was no Pride in Boston this year, which, according to Joan Ilacqua in an opinion piece earlier this month might be a good thing, as it gives us time as a community to reassess what our needs are and to address them. As Ilacqua says, “[o]ur community’s resilience and joy are some of its defining features and part of its greatest strength”.  

I gathered strength from the three Pride events this weekend. Motivated by my love of queers, I’ve done my most fulfilling work, from organizing in my town (I was so proud to be the Rainbow Commission’s first chair, for example) to the writing I’m doing now. It’s the spark that keeps me going, it’s the most essential part of who I am.

You, beauties. Your spark, your queer femme joy, your strength in the face of it all. Not just for Pride month. Not just for these joyous gatherings, but always, always. What can you do every fucking day to plug in to that source of queer abundance? What do you do? Large and small, you gather it in and then you give it back out. We need each other. We need you.

Your queer femme joy is without compare.

I love you.

Every Monday, I offer a Meditation for Queer Femmes, in the spirit of my maternal grandmother, Mimi, who was fabulous, and from whom I inherited her Meditations for Women. Would you like to offer up a Meditation of your own? I would love that! Send it along to me at thetotatalfemme@gmail.com.

At the Total Femme, my intention is to post three or four times a week: Meditations for Queer Femmes on Monday, Pingy-Dingy Wednesday on Wednesday, Femme Friday on Friday, and (new for spring 22!) the occasional Sometimes On A. Rather than play catch-up in a stressful fashion on those weeks when life prevents posting, I have decided to just move gaily forward: if I miss a Monday, the next post will be on Wednesday, and so on. Thank you, little bottle of antibiotics for inspiring me in this! (“…if it’s almost time for the next dose, skip the missed dose and continue your regular dosing schedule. Don’t take a double dose to make up for a missed one.”) And…as I go through life life life, I will post as I am able, Mabel.

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Meditations for Queer Femmes – Not Gunna

Aren’t there days when you just feel like you’re not gunna? I mean, where you’re up against this responsibility and that responsibility and this email and that text and something you forgot, something you’ve been meaning to do, someone who wants something, a promise you made but that keeps getting put on the back burner, the vacuuming undone, the greens you bought a week ago waving limply at you every time you open the fridge, you know, things like that, and you keep saying stubbornly, “I’m not gunna.”

It’s not that you aren’t a responsible person. It’s not that you don’t get the job done when the job needs to be done. It’s just that sometimes you need a little moment of fiery fuck you. Of giving it all the finger for just a few fine moments. Or to be a little less potty-mouthed, to turn some of that responsibility-taking-care-of energy in on yourself, to give yourself a sweet surrounding of respite. There’s so much damn stuff out there (and in here) that we actually can’t manage, that is unmanageable, at least by one sole femme, no matter how determined, no matter how principled, no matter how hard working. For me, that stuff can pile onto the stuff I do have control over and topple me but good. If I don’t give myself the medicine of a few not gunnas on a regular basis, that is.

I might not gunna cook today.

Not gunna call my mom.

Not gunna do the laundry.

Those aren’t all that hard, since we’ve got leftovers; I saw my mom yesterday and she’s doing great and is benefiting from time for herself getting used to the new facility she’s in; and I still have clean clothes.

Harder are things like I’m not gunna fret about all that I can’t change, from near and from far; I’m not gunna lose myself in a book when I’ve got a writing deadline coming up; I’m not gunna give myself a hard time about all those other not gunnas…

My magical and marvelous femme sisters, let us try today to not gunna the cold pricklies that can sometimes swarm us.

Today, let our not gunnas be generative, warmfuzzy and comforting, rejuvinating and restful.

Let us allow ourselves some not gunnas that contribute, in the end, to all the wonderful gunnas that we have ever and always inside.

Every Monday, I offer a Meditation for Queer Femmes, in the spirit of my maternal grandmother, Mimi, who was fabulous, and from whom I inherited her Meditations for Women. Would you like to offer up a Meditation of your own? I would love that! Send it along to me at thetotatalfemme@gmail.com.

At the Total Femme, my intention is to post three or four times a week: Meditations for Queer Femmes on Monday, Pingy-Dingy Wednesday on Wednesday, Femme Friday on Friday, and (new for spring 22!) the occasional Sometimes On A. Rather than play catch-up in a stressful fashion on those weeks when life prevents posting, I have decided to just move gaily forward: if I miss a Monday, the next post will be on Wednesday, and so on. Thank you, little bottle of antibiotics for inspiring me in this! (“…if it’s almost time for the next dose, skip the missed dose and continue your regular dosing schedule. Don’t take a double dose to make up for a missed one.”) And…as I go through life life life, I will post as I am able, Mabel.

Published in: on June 6, 2022 at 10:43 AM  Leave a Comment  
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Pingy-Dingy Wednesday – The National LGBTQ+ Women’s Community Survey

I’d picked up the little card promoting this survey at Womencrafts at some point, and it had been kicking around for months before I finally buckled down and took the survey. I knew Urvashi Vaid was involved in working on this effort, but this was before she died. I urge all readers of this blog to take the survey now, for yourself, for our community, in honor of Urvashi’s brilliant work. What is this survey, you ask? From the website:

We are everywhere — writing, teaching, organizing, creating, building fantastic businesses. And leading major initiatives – whether in the political arena, social justice movements, the arts, tech, academia, medicine or law,

And yet — we are also nowhere.

We are the punchline of endless jokes – our hopeless fashion, our overparenting, and our unfathomable sex lives. But, the hard truths of our lives – how we survive every day at the intersections of sexism, racism, ableism, homo-, bi-, queer- and transphobias – somehow these barely register in the public policy arena. This is often true even in our own LGBTQ+ movement spaces.

The concerns of LGBTQ+ women who partner with women are dismissed with the wave of a hand, and yet, what do gatekeepers and policy makers know about our lives?”

This survey is gathering information for the above and so many other reasons.  

And we go forward, in sisterhood and on fire. As the survey website says in their tribute to Urvashi, “We press forward with her commanding spirit at our back.”

Press forward, queer femme sweetnesses!

Take the survey!

https://www.lgbtqwomensurvey.org/

I’m a typewriter whompin’, card catalogue lovin’ white girl from back in the day, and I yearn for a time before the covers of trade paperbacks were all squidgy, so you can imagine that I don’t actually understand what a pingback is. I do know that it can in some way be part of spreading the love, and since that’s what I’m all about at The Total Femme… every Wednesday, I pay homage to the laughter and inspiration to be had elsewhere online. If you have a favorite, let me know and I’ll post it! Write to me at thetotalfemme@gmail.com.

At the Total Femme, my intention is to post three or four times a week: Meditations for Queer Femmes on Monday, Pingy-Dingy Wednesday on Wednesday, Femme Friday on Friday, and (new for spring 22!) the occasional Sometimes On A. Rather than play catch-up in a stressful fashion on those weeks when life prevents posting, I have decided to just move gaily forward: if I miss a Monday, the next post will be on Wednesday, and so on. Thank you, little bottle of antibiotics for inspiring me in this! (“…if it’s almost time for the next dose, skip the missed dose and continue your regular dosing schedule. Don’t take a double dose to make up for a missed one.”) And…as I go through life life life, I will post as I am able, Mabel.

Meditations for Queer Femmes – Iris Season

Pale purple, yellow and rust, ruffly white, vibrant blue, irises are blooming. My maternal grandmother loved irises, and a clutch that she gave us bloomed on our front lawn most of my childhood. Irises remind me of Grandma Daisy, of the way she saw beauty in the world, of the way she passed that beauty on. In her unsurpassed pie crusts. Her impeccable housekeeping. Her eye as she mixed all her own paints and kept her home clothed in turquoise and pink, her favorite colors. How she taught me to make spit curls in my hair, a talent left over from her days as the most beautiful girl in her county. She wasn’t an easy woman – just ask her surviving children – but she had her own unique connection to the lovely and that legacy lives on in me.

            As I mourn the passing of Urvashi Vaid and read about her legacy, I have been thinking about my own connection to the lovely. For me, that’s all about contributing to the creation, sustainability, and celebration of queer community. Right now, my promise to Urvashi, to myself, to my community, to the wide, wide world, is that I will refocus on and recommit to my queer writing, which is the gift I’ve been given and the gift I can give.

            My angels, my queer femme dragonflies, I am basking in your glory, in your gifts today. Shine the light on yourselves and remember your impact on all that is good and glorious today: the twirl of a skirt, the flicker of an eye, the mirth, the birth, the way you see. The definition of “gift” is boundless and without judgement: yours are shining, shining. I am bathed in that light and the world benefits.

            Be proud and loud and beautiful and bright, my treasures!

            I see.

I see you.

I see us.

Every Monday, I offer a Meditation for Queer Femmes, in the spirit of my maternal grandmother, Mimi, who was fabulous, and from whom I inherited her Meditations for Women. Would you like to offer up a Meditation of your own? I would love that! Send it along to me at thetotatalfemme@gmail.com.

At the Total Femme, my intention is to post three or four times a week: Meditations for Queer Femmes on Monday, Pingy-Dingy Wednesday on Wednesday, Femme Friday on Friday, and (new for spring 22!) the occasional Sometimes On A. Rather than play catch-up in a stressful fashion on those weeks when life prevents posting, I have decided to just move gaily forward: if I miss a Monday, the next post will be on Wednesday, and so on. Thank you, little bottle of antibiotics for inspiring me in this! (“…if it’s almost time for the next dose, skip the missed dose and continue your regular dosing schedule. Don’t take a double dose to make up for a missed one.”) And…as I go through life life life, I will post as I am able, Mabel.

Published in: on May 23, 2022 at 11:36 AM  Leave a Comment  
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Femme Friday – Goodbye, Urvashi. Goodbye, Beloved.

To my knowledge, Urvashi Vaid didn’t identify as femme, so that’s not what this Femme Friday is about. It’s about how Urvashi loved all queers so much that she did the millions of utterly astounding things that she did for us – and for the world — including writing the brilliant Virtual Equality: The Mainstreaming of Gay & Lesbian Liberation in 1995, being the executive director of the National LGBTQ Task Force, starting the first ever lesbian super PAC, LPAC, and just so much more fierce, amazing, generous work. Over the years I often saw her and her wife, Kate Clinton (oh, Kate, so much love!) around Provincetown, and one time attended their New Year’s bonfire at Herring Cove. I am weeping reading about her now. Here’s just one of the many accolades, from her alma mater, Northeastern:

“I know everyone uses ‘intersectionality.’ It’s become a buzzword and everyone talks about it, but the reality is that years before it was even a word, that’s just the way Urvashi operated,” Cathy Renna, communication director for the National LGBTQ Task Force, said. “She knew, in that uncompromising way that she always did, that that’s how we needed to approach our work.

“She wasn’t ahead of the curve. She was the curve. She was the unstoppable force that made us bend.”

Deep gratitude, Urvashi. Inspiring us. Forever. Accompanying us. Forever. In our hearts. Forever.

From Virtual Equality – I just opened it at random. It’s all gold.

What are we seeking power to achieve? A liberation movement’s answer differs from the liberal politics of single-issue and gay rights that we currently espouse. A liberation movement seeks fundamental social change: we are for a just world in which racism, homophobia, sexism, economic injustice, and other systems of domination are frankly addressed and replaced with new models. Such a movement begins first of all with an act of faith that the movement and society are possible. Put another way, this faith in social change is what the theorist bell hooks has so elegantly termed “the power of disbelief.” We must disbelieve in the permanence of things as they are in order to believe in our ability to launch a new gay and lesbian liberation movement.   –pp236-8, Chapter Seven, Politics and Power.

Every Friday, I showcase a queer femme goddess. I want to feature you! Write to me at thetotalfemme@gmail.com and let me shine a spotlight on your beautiful, unique, femmelife! If you’ve written a femme story or poem or song, oh, please let me post it!

At the Total Femme, my intention is to post three or four times a week: Meditations for Queer Femmes on Monday, Pingy-Dingy Wednesday on Wednesday, Femme Friday on Friday, and (new for spring 22!) the occasional Sometimes On A. Rather than play catch-up in a stressful fashion on those weeks when life prevents posting, I have decided to just move gaily forward: if I miss a Monday, the next post will be on Wednesday, and so on. Thank you, little bottle of antibiotics for inspiring me in this! (“…if it’s almost time for the next dose, skip the missed dose and continue your regular dosing schedule. Don’t take a double dose to make up for a missed one.”) And…as I go through life life life, I will post as I am able, Mabel.

Published in: on May 20, 2022 at 12:05 AM  Leave a Comment  
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Pingy-Dingy Wednesday – Sue Manning, and the Knitting Connection

I met Sue so far back in the day that the mists of time obscure indeed. In that much-earlier era, I was running an organization that gave away books (this was waaaay before Little Free Libraries, people), and she got in touch to see if I ever received donations of knitting books. I certainly did, and I started putting them aside for her and her excellent organization, so similar in design to my own, since I rescued and redistributed books, and she rescued and redistributed yarn (in the form of wonderful knitted things).

I was inspired and heartened to receive a call for donations and newsletter recently – a blast from the past, and a wonderful reminder of what can happen when you are following your heart to do something you love and believe in.

Thank you, Sue, and all the knitters at The Knitting Connection, for all the cozy you put back out into the world!

https://www.theknittingconnection.org/

At the Total Femme, my intention is to post three or four times a week: Meditations for Queer Femmes on Monday, Pingy-Dingy Wednesday on Wednesday, Femme Friday on Friday, and (new for spring 22!) the occasional Sometimes On A. Rather than play catch-up in a stressful fashion on those weeks when life prevents posting, I have decided to just move gaily forward: if I miss a Monday, the next post will be on Wednesday, and so on. Thank you, little bottle of antibiotics for inspiring me in this! (“…if it’s almost time for the next dose, skip the missed dose and continue your regular dosing schedule. Don’t take a double dose to make up for a missed one.”) And…as I go through life life life, I will post as I am able, Mabel.

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Sometimes On A Tuesday – Overheard at Our Nation’s Grocery Stores

Rounding the corner of the health food aisle at our town’s redoubtable Stop and Shop, rolling my cart along between the cheese display and the chip shelves, I drew up beside an older white man. He was bald, in shorts, wearing one white glove on his right hand. Just as I passed him, smiling politely under my mask, he said, softly but clearly, “I’m God’s chosen one and no one else matters.”

Sometimes On A… is inspired by the book Overheard At America’s Lunch Counters by Susan Catherine, Professional Eavesdropper, St. Martin’s Press, 1989, which contains, among so many others, the immortal overheard comment, “Pardon me if I’m wrong, but this isn’t my impression of a quality donut.” Have you overheard something delicious lately? Write to me at thetotalfemme@gmail.com and I’ll post it!

At the Total Femme, my intention is to post three or four times a week: Meditations for Queer Femmes on Monday, Pingy-Dingy Wednesday on Wednesday, Femme Friday on Friday, and (new for spring 22!) the occasional Sometimes On A…. Rather than play catch-up in a stressful fashion on those weeks when life prevents posting, I have decided to just move gaily forward: if I miss a Monday, the next post will be on Wednesday, and so on. Thank you, little bottle of antibiotics for inspiring me in this! (“…if it’s almost time for the next dose, skip the missed dose and continue your regular dosing schedule. Don’t take a double dose to make up for a missed one.”) And…as I go through life life life, I will post as I am able, Mabel.