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Originally Posted by SuperFemme
Great post e.
I have found life to have gone down an interesting path since I fell in love with a trans person. People keep trying to relegate me to being a piece of furniture (soffa) and insisting that my label must change. I MUST be straight, look at who I love.
The thing is: I am the same me I have always been.
Hunter
Gatherer
Mother Bear
Sister
Daughter
Friend
Lover
Worker Bee
Busy Bee
Lover of my feminine
I have fought to be seen. To be heard. Without being on the arm of a butch or a trans guy. Suddenly I am again unseen. For who *I* am.
I will not stop fighting to be seen. I will not change the essence of *Me* because of who the Universe sent me to love.
I will keep speaking out. Figuring out. Opening my mind and heart but not changing the core.
I do not exist as a 50%. I am not a half of something.
I am 100%. Me.
1 + ! = 2 and so forth and so on into infinity.
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Dear SuperLadypersonFemme,
I cannot possibly even IMAGINE how anyone would ever try to reduce You.
There is no entropy to Femme.
Period.
You are too large and too magical to ever be minimized. And certainly not because of how you have been enlarged through love. How nonsensical.

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Class, race, sexuality, gender and all other categories by which we categorize and dismiss each other need to be excavated from the inside. - Dorothy Allison