"I imagine that it must be so freeing, so beautiful to look into someone’s eyes for the first time and see eyes, and feel nervous and curious, maybe some butterflies, some deep in the chest, down in the belly welling up of something. I wonder what it must be like not to need to know the answer to these questions, not to have your survival depend on knowing whether someone’s desire to fuck will overwhelm their desire to protect you from harm, on knowing what you must exploit, what you must manipulate in order to get space in the midst of this."
For Femmes of Colour Who Rose Too Early & Set Too Soon - Kim Crosby
Kim Crosby hails from Trinidad & Tobago, but is made of the fabric and texture of the many places she has worked. Kim is a published creative writer, and as a spoken word artist was invited to the stage as part of the acclaimed Les Blues Collective with the Black Theatre Company, and has performed solo at Toronto’s Rhubarb Festival. Over the last decade, Kim has built a proud reputation as a passionate youth leader and community organizer; fostering equity and anti-oppression into everything that she does. Kim is currently the co-director of The People Project, an organization producing innovative arts and leadership opportunities for queer and trans youth in Toronto as well as engaging in a partnership based approach to institutional change.
(via bookishboi)

This is one of the reason why butches/queers/bois/andros/dykes always make me swoon.
perpetuating a sexist/classist/racist system makes me swoon, too
I agree that chivalry has been traditionally sexist/racist/classist. However, to me, I believe the word can be reclaimed, and instead be about an affectionate taking care of, being considerate of, being respectful of, and doing sweet little things for.
But, I can understand how other people don’t think of it that way, or haven’t redefined for themselves.
I hear all of this.
I guess to me, chivalry only exists when NOT perpetrating those fucked up systems.
(Source: thndrkat)
The way you carry yourself, I notice it first. Even before I notice the jeans, baggy in an era of skin-tight ones, and the hoodie, oversized and well-worn, but rarely washed. It isn’t a swagger. It’s not that you lack confidence, but that you are wiser and don’t relate the two. You let the new…
oh grrrl…..
I read your latest column, “In Plain Sight”, with great interest. When I was first coming out, I was terrified that there wasn’t a word for me. I’m queer and I’m feminine, and I was afraid that no one would recognize me, that no one would ever want me. I was afraid that I wasn’t “doing it right”,…
you make me proud
(Source: bookwormfemme)
I feel ambivalent about this post. On the one hand, I fucking love Ivan for all the love she shows femmes. You are a supa butch babe, Ivan, and I can only hope that one day I will have the chance to flirt with you in person, and by god, you. will know. i. am. queer.
On the other hand, I’m so tired of this femme invisibility thing. Reality check: we’re not invisible. You’re just not looking hard enough. Chick was flirting with you, Ivan! What’s a femme to do? Grab your ass? Geez.
YOU DO NOT NEED TO APOLOGIZE FOR CRITICIZING IVAN
i don’t care how much ivan is beloved. you are allowed to criticize. I feel like we, as femmes, are supposed to apologize for criticizing butches. FUCK THAT.
(that was ranty)
anyway - yes.
(Source: bookwormfemme)
Edited by moi, I shit you not. -queerfatbutch
Fancy Fierceness.
Pictures and ramblings of a queer femme princess.