In the haiku spirit of my dear friend Bill over at View From the Mantelpiece, here are a few queer femme musings in an era where the term FEMME has been popping up everywhere, even on mall t-shirts.
are you a real femme?
everyone has been asking
lovers and others
define femme for me
I can’t tell you where to look
or who really knows
my femme or your femme
our heartbeats so out of synch
periodically
the question lingered
answers came sporadically
femme growing older
unraveling femme
like a tisket a tasket
go deeper, go hard
funny you should ask
in the 90s I was so
cock sure of my femme
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.
At the Total Femme, my intention is to post three times a week: Meditations for Queer Femmes on Monday, Pingy-Dingy Wednesday on Wednesday and Femme Friday on Friday. 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.”)
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