I am a mouthy, lefty, flirty, geeky, punky, crafty Queer Femme. My feminism is central to who I am and how I define myself. I believe passionately in sisterhood, in respecting my Femme sisters and listening to their voices and their stories.
I'm tattooed, pierced and always outrageously brightly dressed. I love vintage, 50s clothes, puffy skirts and teensy cardigans, mary-jane shoes and brightly coloured tights, liquid eyeliner and red lips. Red defines me, red lips, red nails, red hair. I walk with a wiggle, even in Birkenstocks (which I often wear because my tootsies like them) but I seldom totter.
I'm vegan, I bake, wearing floral aprons, face generally smeared with cake batter, glasses dusted with flour. Baking is an escape, it gives me time to meditate and create. Needless to say, as a result of all this baking, I am delightfully chubby.
I'm a babygrrrl, a bottom, not quite submissive but somewhere on that spectrum. I love my Daddi and feel so safe when she holds me. It's a connection, a relationship that I can't quite explain, so much of it is absolutely innate. I am often little, I feel safe to be that way with her. Being little with her helps me to be as big and as strong as I need to be to walk through the streets as a Femme, feeling at once invisible to the people I want to see me and visible to those that I don't wiggle and strut for...I should add at this juncture that I wiggle and strut for myself first
I was and am still a riot grrrl. My feminism and sense of myself as a Femme didn't start there but both were informed by and evolved through that movement. To this day shouty, feminist punk fires me up and I firmly believe that no outfit is complete without a feminist badge.
I'm a Femme.