Breaking it down - describe the Femme that you are

[CherylNYC]

OK. I'll take my turn.

I'm a kick-ass, self sufficient and resourceful, strong in every way, fierce and fiercely loyal, hippie lesbian feminist, pagan biker-dyke femme.

I'm a sexually submissive, masochist leatherdyke, stonefemme bottom femme.

I'm a work clothes that stand up by themselves because they are covered in dimensional gak that would disgust a homeless person femme.

I'm a play clothes that monopolize ALL your attention, and heels so high that only drag queens and I can wear them femme. I can run in them, too.

I'm a please buy me power tools for my birthday femme. My sculpture studio is packed to the rafters with tools and projects, so perhaps I don't really need more power tools, but I'll think you're super cool if you bring me a useful tool that I don't yet own.

I'm a too shy to make the first move femme. I want to be courted. Some day my prince will come, but I will not be happy if said prince assumes that she will be paying for dinner.

I'm a femme with a backyard full of motorcycles which I ride and repair. I wear make-up sometimes, but no nail polish unless my nails are irretrievably filthy. Deep red hides best, but metallic blue matches my best bike.

I'm a DO NOT cross me femme, and a DO NOT EVEN THINK about hurting my friends if you want to live femme.

I'm an urban and urbane NYC femme. I listen to obscure and difficult music, go out to exquisite NYC performances and have erudite conversations with overeducated friends.

I garden naked and swear at the raccoons that dug up my blueberry bush and continue to threaten my cats that I will turn them into hats just as soon as I get my hands on them. Deer and Canada geese look like dinner to me. Hell, if I'm hungry enough even a well fed squirrel looks like dinner to this urban barbarian femme.

I'm a feline femme who purrs, plays and cuddles like a kitten, and fights the good fight like a pride of lions, after which I want nothing more than to fall to my knees in front of a big, strong, butch top.

There are many facets to my femme-ness, indeed. Even I can't command enough words to adequately describe them all.