The night before I got the latest issue of Curve* and saw Victoria A. Brownworth’s loving review of Esther Newton’s memoir, I had what seems to me to be a particularly femme dream. I was standing on the banks of a fast flowing stream, watching in awe as many, many butch cocks floated by, glorious, in all colors and shapes, some hard and some soft.
The next day, as I read my Curve, I was treated to a picture of rapper/musician, Yel, who looks to me to be packing, along with the write-up of My Butch Career. Can I get a “Hell, yeah!!!” ?
Curve, you get one pingy-dingy! Thanks for still putting out a paper version of your magazine, and thanks to Yel, Victoria, and Esther for doing what you do! Oh, and I am sending out so much love to all the dick-cravin’ (craven?) femmes out there, and to the butches who satisfy.
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, love, and inspiration to be had elsewhere online.
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.”)
*Anyone remember what Curve used to be called?
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