short-faced femme in butch clothing.
Pressured to cut your hair
so you can fit in with the queerer than thou
cut nails
and long sleeved club.
You don’t paint your eyes anymore
because someone told you
it was wrong.
Your dresses don’t see daylight.
They call you by your last name
and finally accept you as one of them.
But at night
you dream of sequin finger gloves.
I see you, sibling femme.
The water is pinker
when we’re ourselves.
Don’t let someone else’s insecurities
stop you from frills.
I love the little curl to the tips of your buzz cut.
Like the femme inside of you
pushing through your scalp
to find sunshine.
I see you
Hidden Femme.
And if they don’t
then they aren’t looking.
FEMMES AREN’T JUST WOMEN IDENTIFIED

complimenting femmes on our appearance is not allyship
being willing to date a femme is not allyship
reducing us only to our external worth is not allyship
and you are not an ally
HIPS.
bought this dress out thrift store shopping with Femma and A the other day. It’s like 50s housewife gone sexay~ because it’s a size large but with my chest and hips it stretches out from demure and cute to va va va voom and CLEAVAGE, as well as the aforementioned hips.
I’ll have to wear leggings or tights under it because otherwise, with that slit, everyone’s gonna be able to see my business.
EDIT: noticed that the camera turned the polka-dots from white to rainbow. I’d love it even more if it were rainbow polkadotted.
hi, wear this dress outside of your apartment. love, me.
Sometimes things get under my skin and the only way to get them out is to make shit.
(via femmequeen)
look at how cute we are
(Source: noemas, via jellyfish-dance)
My Healthy is being more concerned about the possible first degree (sun)burn on my arms than the size of my waist. My Healthy is actually eating healthier once I stopped guilting myself into it. My Healthy is laughing more freely now I’ve stopped worrying about my double chins. My Healthy is about caring for my mental and emotional health and letting my body simply be.
i was very happy when i met the lovely and amazing aleksa manila.
i’m the dork in the tie. she’s the diva in the red boots. aleksa is not only gorgeous and talented, she is also one of the most dedicated and ethical activists i know.
i’ve been meaning to post this picture, and i saw that you were looking for happy things. i hope you enjoy this picture. <3 billie xo
this is a singing pig i got in third grade. His name is milo and he’s supposed to sing “i’m too sexy for my shorts” in jim carrey’s voice and shake his piggy-booty, but he ran out of batteries and can’t sing anymore. still, i think we are both really sexy.
you are both total babes
Fancy Fierceness.
Pictures and ramblings of a queer femme princess.