Today, I will focus on the Femme side as it comes first when I write it out. According to Merriam Webster a femme is a woman (can be lesbian) who is noticeably or stereotypically feminine in appearance or manner. Now what does this mean in my world?
In no specific order...My go to outfit often includes some sort of skirt, I love my long hair, I can rock red lipstick, I expect and appreciate chivalry, roaches don't scare me but that is what I have a boy for, I am a hopeless romantic, I cry at movies, I love to cook and bake, my boots have roses on them, fishnets are my friend, pedicures are a must and boys should know how to do them, I think about marriage because I want a wedding, I have my fair share of blonde moments, I adore getting flowers and yes I even have a favorite, I expect to celebrate holidays and not always have to be the one making the plans, I am not above my date paying for dinner but I won't force it, I know the power of feminine curves and I am ok exploiting them, I am occasionally known to screech when startled, I am in love with hair fascinators, I drink girly alcoholic beverages, I two step (stay tuned for the twist tomorrow), I can wear boots with skirts, I wear pink sometimes just to annoy my boy, my writing is bubbly, I like love letters, I can work a sashay when I know someone is staring at my ass, I don't care that high heels were created to make my ass look bouncier, it is very likely if I think you are hot I know what color your eyes are, I don't like getting dirty if I don't have to or when it is not on my terms, I like to be touched and loved on and seduced before someone fucks me, part of me would rather say gee golly or gosh darn it then damn it all to hell because a lady never swears, I much prefer my boy maintains my car and the yard but I of course know how if I need to, I know I look amazing in a corset, I love wearing expensive perfume, I take bubble baths, I read a cheesy romance novel every Christmas, I love love love the holiday season, I carry a hairbrush in my purse and extra mascara and lip gloss, I keep everything my boy gives me because I like looking at it over and over again, I may wear a leather vest but there will be lace somewhere to compensate, and I am ok with all of it.
I used to fight the femme. I was a tomboy. I didn't own a skirt until my senior year of high school except for my confirmation dress. I wouldn't be caught dead in pink. I play sports. I could out bench press over half of the guys football team in high school, I never went to school dances, I wouldn't miss bonding time with my dad for the world, I knew my way around a tool box, I dated a girl but I had to wear the pants in the relationship, I could burp the alphabet, I loved cutting up things in anatomy class, I like to be the one driving, lord knows my hands weren't broken so why in the hell did I need a door open for me, I liked working so hard I broke a sweat, and i blushed if anyone even pretended to see my curves.
So what changed? I met a boy who let me be me. I decided that I could be girly and femme and still be strong and independent. I decided life was too short to not do what I love doing and I cherish authenticity. I stopped running from the idea that amazon type women - with height and strength and curves - could be feminine. I stopped hating myself. It is definitely a good thing.
Now that I have made myself out to the the ultra-femme, stay tuned for the Daddy side. *wickedgrin*
Cheers,
Daddy Rose
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