I love femmes who are the 'wrong' side of 50.
I love femmes who have creases and wrinkles.
I love femmes who are slightly overweight.
I love femmes who have greying hair.
I love femmes who have the dreaded 'A' word (arthritis).
I love femmes who have scars all over.
I love femmes who are going through menopause.
I love femmes who have had surgery and for whom regular penetration is painful and fisting nigh on impossible.
I love femmes who don't wear a lot of makeup.
I love femmes who don't go shopping in heels.
I love femmes who don't own a wardrobe the size of Macey's.
I love femmes with nails that don't always look at their best.
I love femmes who are frightened of getting old, even more frightened of getting old alone.
But most of all I love femmes who, in spite of any or all of the above, still radiate that thing called 'femme' because, no matter what, that is what they are.
The reason I love these femmes? Because when I look at them, I see myself and it makes it all okay.
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