Meditations for Queer Femmes — Liminal

At the Asian grocery store recently, I spotted and immediately bought a bag of the lovely autumnal rice I learned about when I lived in Japan as a young woman. I can’t remember how to say the name of this particular rice in Japanese, but I remember that it’s a transitional food, that you eat it when the weather is beginning to cool: it’s not white rice, for the hot months, nor brown rice, for winter, but somewhere inbetween.

The small domestic triumph of identifying and bringing home the delicious half-and-half rice to feed my butch and myself made me think about how my queer femme experience powers my understanding of the world around me and that I see things others don’t, interpret situations very differently from straight people and even differently from other queers.

The resurgence of this old, half-forgotten rice knowledge, made me remember that, as queer femmes, we have the ability, stemming from our queer lives, our woundedness, our ferocious insistence on love, to step across thresholds others don’t even notice. To catch sight something beautiful from the corner of our eye and turn our full attention there. We needn’t follow the straight path nor conform to arid interpretations of propriety and common sense.

Queer femmes commandeer the controls and the train jumps the tracks to an otherwhere, where every body is a good body, where everybody gets to be exactly who they are and where the “who” is endless and endlessly fascinating, entertaining, and smack dab in the middle of the natural systems of which humans are but one small part.

Queer femmes notice what others don’t and when we are listened to, when we are called for so that we may share our queer femme wisdom – a wisdom like no other – then oppressions are challenged, begin to wither, and everyone’s hearts are lifted.

Rather than wishing to be given a place at the table, let us queer femmes aspire to leading the diners over the threshold and into the woods. Rather than ignoring or dismissing our wild and glittering whimsies, let us recognize them for the core wisdoms that they are.

We queer femmes who live in the inbetween are experts in flattening the box. Today, remember the authority of our powerful experience here where the status quo becomes filmy and queerer possibilities become visible.

Today, remember the strength we queer femmes garner from being outsiders, dwellers of liminal spaces.

Today, dear femmes, celebrate being that queer.

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.




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  1. This is pure poetry, Anna! Makes me feel that being femme is an honor!

  2. Thank you, dearest! Being a femme IS an honor, and you are such a delicious example of such! xottf

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