Open Letter: Dear Femme

SuperFemme · 12-10-2009, 08:39 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by June

Give it a rest, FBG and go get me a cup of virtual tea.

Daddy June wants in on the Big Mac dealio. I can tell.
Pours a cuppa for Daddy to go with her virtual apple butter.

little man · 12-10-2009, 08:50 PM

i wanted to thank everyone who is participating in this thread. i'm finding much food for thought here. i appreciate the opportunity to learn to be a better ally. y'all seriously rock.

blush · 12-10-2009, 09:01 PM

Hmmmm...sounds like a new femme drinking game for the reunion...

Take a shot every time we hear a load of shit about ourselves or others?

We could call it Shooting the Shit.

Random · 12-10-2009, 10:03 PM

I so want to be a part of this conversation, but my nuerons are not firing.. So, I'm going to stop trying to craft this post into anything but the most basic of questions..

After reading some of the rummors that have been flying around for years (?) (I'm more than slightly self involved and am just hearing them now)

Why? I really want to know why people feel the need to tear each other down, spread rummors, tell lies, trying to make someone seem small, or petty... Why tear people down to make yourself feel important?

This is a question that has occupied my thoughts most of my life?

I pretty well walk through life with blinders on.. I have no clue as to what people think of me.. It's always such a shocker to find that not only has someone even thought of me, but that they put the time and effort into talking about me to someone.. Blink..

Last year I started talking to a butch that was friends of a friend of my LT ex.. Some of the things that he passed on to me.. ABOUT ME put me in a state of shock.. Why the hell was someone wasting their time and energy warning this butch about ME??? (Hell, all anyone has to do is read my posts for the last eight years and they will know just about everything about me..)

Apparently, I was a liar, a whore, a cheat, a horrible mother, a gold digger, wouldn't clean or cook,or hold down a job and spent all my time on the internet..

Amazing what you find out about your self from someone you have never met.

The friend of a friend of my ex's was a femme that while I never thought of as a friend, I didn't think of as an enemy..

I ask why... Why do we have to be catty and nasty to each other? I'm not talking snark.. or interpersonal relationships... I'm talking soul biting nastyness.. The kind that if you have a cricket in your head, she is screaming her lungs out at you while you try to sleep..

I don't want to hear about how no one does it... I know I did it twice when I was younger and my cricket was out partying.. I did it out of jealousy and envy... I also know that I wouldn't ever do it again..

I want to hear why you did it...

12-10-2009, 08:50 PM	#2
little man Member How Do You Identify?: mister Preferred Pronoun?: he Relationship Status: hard to hold Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: where the road goes on forever and the party never ends Posts: 1,003 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 169 Thanked 1,535 Times in 437 Posts Rep Power: 13709164	please pardon the intrusion i wanted to thank everyone who is participating in this thread. i'm finding much food for thought here. i appreciate the opportunity to learn to be a better ally. y'all seriously rock. __________________ i gots pitchers here i'm a rambling man i ain't ever gonna change i got a gypsy soul to blame and i was born for leaving --zac brown band (colder weather)

12-10-2009, 09:01 PM	#3
blush Member How Do You Identify?: femme Preferred Pronoun?: she Relationship Status: I'm with goofy. Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Texas Posts: 911 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 962 Thanked 2,375 Times in 616 Posts Rep Power: 15632317	Hmmmm...sounds like a new femme drinking game for the reunion... Take a shot every time we hear a load of shit about ourselves or others? We could call it Shooting the Shit. __________________ "We never forget those who make us blush." Jean-Francois de la Harpe

12-10-2009, 10:03 PM	#4
Random Senior Member How Do You Identify?: femme Relationship Status: Married Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: back in the land of trees and snow Posts: 2,072 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 8,017 Thanked 5,327 Times in 1,378 Posts Rep Power: 21474854	I so want to be a part of this conversation, but my nuerons are not firing.. So, I'm going to stop trying to craft this post into anything but the most basic of questions.. After reading some of the rummors that have been flying around for years (?) (I'm more than slightly self involved and am just hearing them now) Why? I really want to know why people feel the need to tear each other down, spread rummors, tell lies, trying to make someone seem small, or petty... Why tear people down to make yourself feel important? This is a question that has occupied my thoughts most of my life? I pretty well walk through life with blinders on.. I have no clue as to what people think of me.. It's always such a shocker to find that not only has someone even thought of me, but that they put the time and effort into talking about me to someone.. Blink.. Last year I started talking to a butch that was friends of a friend of my LT ex.. Some of the things that he passed on to me.. ABOUT ME put me in a state of shock.. Why the hell was someone wasting their time and energy warning this butch about ME??? (Hell, all anyone has to do is read my posts for the last eight years and they will know just about everything about me..) Apparently, I was a liar, a whore, a cheat, a horrible mother, a gold digger, wouldn't clean or cook,or hold down a job and spent all my time on the internet.. Amazing what you find out about your self from someone you have never met. The friend of a friend of my ex's was a femme that while I never thought of as a friend, I didn't think of as an enemy.. I ask why... Why do we have to be catty and nasty to each other? I'm not talking snark.. or interpersonal relationships... I'm talking soul biting nastyness.. The kind that if you have a cricket in your head, she is screaming her lungs out at you while you try to sleep.. I don't want to hear about how no one does it... I know I did it twice when I was younger and my cricket was out partying.. I did it out of jealousy and envy... I also know that I wouldn't ever do it again.. I want to hear why you did it... __________________ ~Volunteer~ "It gets in your blood"