To be femme is to cause a stir when you walk into a room; creating second glances so strong it gives someone whiplash. It is the epitome of the womanly essence; the highest feminine order of a female driven world. It is realizing that the sweetest drop of strawberry nectar doesn't come close to the effect of just one of my kisses. It is knowing every one of my curves and appreciating them even if I'm the only one to do so. It is dressing up for the girls that I call my sisters because they'll notice the glittery belt that matches my earrings for the evening. It is projecting my Queerness in a pretty package with one hell of a bow on top. It is admiring other femmes for having the guts to wear a skirt out to the dyke bar, and then inviting them to join me for a drink. It is a never ending battle to describe my sexuality as fluid and that I have the right to love whomever I want without having to cut my hair and join the softball team. It is wearing war paint everyday that sparkles on my eyelids and glistens my lips with a lusty sheen. It is simply and unapologetically me.
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