I think I had two awkward adolescent periods: my actual pre-teen/early teen years as pictured here, and my femme adolescence. I found some pictures recently of me from my late teens, when I was starting to grow into femme-hood, but not yet fully comfortable with my body, my sexuality, or being femme in public. Oh, and I was still recovering from some good old fashioned 70’s feminism.
My mom is absolutely convinced that homosexuality is genetic. The evidence being that I have a gay great-uncle (my grandfather’s brother) on my dad’s side and a lesbian cousin on her side so distant we’ve never met. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m writing a story about being a budding femme in the queer youth activist scene as a teenager and I’m trying to remember when I first heard the word femme. Considering how important it is in my life right now, it seems odd that I don’t have any specific, clear memories. It’s not like someone said “femme†and light flooded the room and angels sang.
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