OH, FEMME TOPS, HOW I LOVE YOU, LUST FOR YOU—worship you, even. I’ve been with tops of every gay persuasion, but in my heart of hearts (and my crotch of crotches), none hold a rosewater-scented candle to the femme variety. After all, was it not the great lesbian novelist Ann Bannon who proclaimed, and I quote, “She who wields both strap-on harness and stiletto heels is a Goddess amongst women?” Was it not? No, it wasn’t. I said that. It was me.
Femmes are glorious. We take something society deems vulnerable and weak (femininity) and turn it into a strength that defies the male gaze. It’s beauty that exists outside the straight world’s parameters, and within queer femme expression and identity, we exist on a spectrum of sharp and soft—sharpness…
