tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230680452011-04-21T19:45:13.945-07:00Ah! The Butch-Femme Dance...a work of love in progress...Femmenationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09231659149591484564noreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23068045.post-1157059897665171512006-08-31T14:28:00.000-07:002006-09-03T04:38:42.316-07:00

Dawn is painting crimson on the fingers and the faces of the thunderheads that roil overhead. I rush past the dry brush on the outskirts of Phoenix, every leaf is wide open to the giant pelting wet scattered gifts of life that will slake the thirst of unseen tortoises, iguanas, ants, and birds. I leave the roar of the highway as soon as I can, determined to cross the river where the pace of

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In May 2005 an article about pheromonal attraction and repulsion in relation to sexual orientation appeared in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Science USA. Jonathan Silver neatly summed up the findings of Ivanka Savic and her research team from Stockholm, Sweden in Journal Watch Psychiatry July 21, 2005"The activated areas [of the brain] demonstrate a common pathway of sexual

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A friend of mine described the scene at the Saturday Night Cabaret at the Femme 2006 conference, held last weekend in San Francisco. After watching the performances from the balcony, she said, "All you could see was the top of people's heads and cleavage... lot's and lot's of lots and lots of cleavage. I've never seen so much cleavage in one place and time. It was astounding, truly astounding!

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My "Great-aunt" Judy married Great-granddaddy Armstrong after his wife Susan, my mother’s grandmother, on the distaff side, died at the age of fifty-eight. When I was thirteen, my mother showed me a fan that had come down to her from her Aunt Judy. I remembered seeing that fan when I was much younger and I was excited to see it again.Great-aunt Judy was something of a Southern Belle in the

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Today, I will make a white peach pie. I will make it for my boi. Sweet and juicy -- when it is sliced it will hold its shape and each crescent of unblemished peach will glisten as it offers itself to hym.The crust will be light, flakey and golden, I will crimp it with my fingers, gently pinching and pulling it into a fitting corona. Tender, it will surrender to the strength of hys tongue and melt

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I had the occasion to take a short drive with a young het boy of twenty after we had finished a day of work I had hired him for. Bumping along over the dusty road home, I asked him if he had a girlfriend. “Not anyone steady. I’m still shopping, but there is this one girl I’ve been thinking about…,“ his voice trailed off.Then, out of the blue, he said to me, “I heard that men think of sex every

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My boi had to go out of town on business. Hye was going to cover half the State of California by car in seventy-two hours so I made hym a pan of my best orange-infused, cashew-laden, fudgy brownies to keep hym company. They turned out perfectly. They smelled heavenly. They packed into their continer like it was their destiny.Plans changed abruptly at the last minute -- an elder relative of two

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Many years ago I saw a television talk show where a woman was being interviewed about domestic abuse. What I saw so struck me that I can recall the scene thirty years later. She was young, maybe twenty and had a very pink complexion. She had dishwater blonde hair and plump, soft lips coated in shiny, coral-colored lipstick. She explained her problem; as her tears washed her black mascara down her

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The nascent dawn reveals you lying motionless. The white sheet over your hip covers you like the sand covers the flanks of the mountains, which, I see, rise behind you. You both glow pink in the growing light. You lie so stilly, your chest imperceptibly rising and falling, your limbs long and beautiful. Your history as a dancer is revealed in the graceful arc of your arms as they encircle

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I hope tonight that i will dream of you and i beside a streamof slow cool water, wide and deep, where you and i, lie calm, asleep.In my dream our fingers twine, mine in yours and yours in mine;while floating blossoms pass us by, our cares all leave us, sorrows fly.Deep rest and calm, all hurry cease, while lovers, we, dream on in peaceof levels deeper than we knew, could be explored by any

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In a land on the Pacific rimlived a femme with a future too grim,there was just not a butchof the old school, not futch,to respond to her beckoning whim.Seeking not more than a lark,to extinguish a flare-up, a spark,o'er the net shye sent out,while expressing great doubt,an energy wave clean and stark.A faraway boi heard hyr calland shye felt a new change, at first small,shye felt happy and

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This April, I hope, I am going to have a new shower.I moved into my used house a year ago, knowing that it had been an abandoned wreck for some time. When I bought it, the ceiling was falling in, the roof needed repairing, the paint had all worn off, the floors and walls were a mess.Once a family vacation home it had fallen into disrepair when it became a rental and all of the value was sucked

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We took a trip with all our thingsAnd went on down to gay Palm SpringsWe went to be with other dykesTo see the ones, ourselves the likes.It was the famous Dinah ShoreThere were women there galore.Our lodging was a lovely spaWith private drapes that we did draw.In shops and shows and on the streetAssorted women we did meet.We saw a femme; we saw a butchBut all the others they were futch.Not butch

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Upon the old couch with hys usual flairdid a strapping big boi seat hys maiden so fair.Hys plan was at work, hye'd developed hys schemeTo seduce the fair femme and make true hyr sweet dream.Shye felt hyr desire, she swelled with the tension,and shye felt shye would swoon when shye saw it's dimension.The length from one end was nine inches, I'm sure;the breadth made hyr hunger and whimper the

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September 12 - Today I got up earlier than I have in months, well, weeks anyway. I did a load of wash and called and called and called about a mousetrap. I thought if I catch this mouse alive, I will keep it as a pet. I’ll get it a HABITRAIL or something and name it. In the meantime I called a small-animal vet and she said feral mice don’t tame down well and will always long for their freedom.

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Take one tender, sweet butch boi,Add to hym one small glass of fine wine and stir until relaxed.Fill hym with warm, fragrant foods,Surround hym with candlelight and the perfume of flowers.Undress hym; remove hys boots,Lay hym on soft pillows and cover with fine silk to keep warm.Relax hym under blue moonlight,When ready, remove the silk and immerse hym in a hot bath.Baste until you think hym

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I sent a piece of poetry I had written to an East Coast based heavy-hitting femme activist/authoress. I don’t know her and I’m quite sure she had no prior knowledge of my existence.Why did I write her? Hubris, pure and simple. I am quite capable of hubris and when it comes to the final analysis that is what it was. Pure hubris.I had been rereading some of her work, I thought with a serious eye to

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I was pregnant with David Jason, living alone in a furnished flat in an old neglected Victorian in a depressed neighborhood. The glass in the windows was original, it was distorted and speckled with small air bubbles trapped in once molten swirls; the roller shades, the stiffener in them long ago oxidized to a dirty sienna, were brittle with age. The flat was filthy and full of cockroaches. I

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You all may remember the book by Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, I think it was, a story about a girl with impossibly large thumbs that made her a really good hitchhiker. She could get rides like anything. When I read the book in the summer of 1981 it reminded me of a man I saw when I was a child, a man with a hideously disfigured hand.I was walking home with my siblings and neighbors

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Children come to this world through heterosexuality; it is how human reproduction works. I really don’t care anything about heterosexuality, other than that it was the function that brought me my precious children. Nothing more about it interests me. People who don’t pause to think about it for a minute are unlikely to separate heterosexuality as a function from the heavy handed social

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I ran to the gravel driveway in front of our house, distracted from my usual solitary play by the cries of my five-year old brother and the half-dozen older boys who lived near me. The object of their attention was a box turtle, six inches in diameter, isolated where the gravel met the tar.The boys were assaulting the turtle, assembled in pack formation, pelting it with rocks, trying to crack its

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Sometimes we talk about how we are glad that when we flip over what I want, we find what You want and that when we look for what You want, we find that what I want is at the opposite pole of your desire. This makes us a perfect antipode -- one system that consists of two opposite (notice, I don’t say opposing) forces. We sometimes say that we are happy that we are bent in the same way. How many

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After the party I surrendered to You, bending my will and desire to yours, losing myself in the pleasure of the muscular motion of your body. You took me in your arms, then, and swept me around the room like I had wings on my heels. Take me again, Darling Boi, around and around and around...

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There once was a butch boiwho took hys femme myssbehind hys small cabinand gave hyr a...lecture,on moonlight and serpents and eggsand spoke magic spellsthat would open hyr...closet,exposing hyr most pretty frock.Shye felt excited,hye displayed hys…InterestIn measuring for a tight fit.Shye curtsied before himexposing hyr…motiveto succor and woo with hyr charmsthis strapping big boishye saw in hyr…

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Shye is not amused. Shye is stricken; longing for hys touch, taste, smell, presence. Shye is transfixed by hys image. Shye brings hyr face to the screen and inhales, hungry for hys scent. Hyr tongue flicks across the image there, seeking hys smooth salt skin. Shye presses hyr face against the cool glass screen, aching for hys warmth. Shye breathes, sips abstractedly at hyr tea, licks the

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Even though I remained seated, my head was bowed. The two others were standing together near the newly deceased. Their heads were bowed. The elder was in his shirt sleeves. His thick dark hair belied his seventy plus years and although his head was bowed he kept trying to catch my eye.The other, who appeared to be a generation behind the older man was wearing a deep olive cashmere sweater over a

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You are now at my feet and I hope You like it here. Think of it not so much as a subservient position but as a warm and safe place from which to hear the stories I have to tell. I hope You enjoy my particular and very femme perspective. Photo by Femmenation

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