An Act of Protest
Her smooth limbs tangle with mine in the morning light. Together we glow. We laugh and hold our legs in the air admiring the strength of our feet, the turn
Her smooth limbs tangle with mine in the morning light. Together we glow. We laugh and hold our legs in the air admiring the strength of our feet, the turn
Before I came out, I attributed most of my love for women to feminism. While I strove to emulate strong, independent women, I found that I had a hard time
This is a love story, or rather, a story about love. My presentation, my demeanor is typically femme of center. You know – feminine. Femme or “FEMME”. Femme-ish. Femmy. I’m