Breaking it down - describe the Femme that you are

[shiagirl]

I can be hard to get to know and even harder to understand...
Once you do know me and understand me you can't help but love me.

[DMW]

Originally Posted by shiagirl

I can be hard to get to know and even harder to understand...
Once you do know me and understand me you can't help but love me.

I read this in my sleepy morning coffee state...and went AAAAAWWWW.

[Nomad]

i'm the femme that is both strangely drawn to and doesn't know what to write in forums like this one. so i type and delete and type and delete and type and delete because everything i write seems trite, falsely humble or blatantly self-serving.

the most honest thing i can come up with is that i'm the kind of femme that wants to feel safe and is tired of nodding her head when other people say "that feeling comes from inside of you, not outside of you". to those people i can only nod in logical agreement and say "thankyousoveryfuckoffmuch."

i'm the kind of femme that does one helluva lot wrong and maybe a little bit right and i hafta hang on to that little bit right because it makes me feel like rehabilitation might be possible. one day, with luck and some divine grace, i'll make a full recovery into realgrownuphumanbeinghood.

i'm the kind of femme with a lot of mouth and not too many brains but the brains i have work just fine so you can stop trying to dazzle me with your bull and your ridiculous excuses because i've heard them all and from smoother than you. i'm a sucker for charm and a fool for love and i may not hang around for a second helping of damnthishurtslikecrazy but i also don't just turn love off when the spit hits the spinny propeller thingy, so no matter where we end up neither one of us will be alone because i'm here for both of us until one of us is dead.

i'm the directionless femme that drags her raggletaggle girlfaith north, east and west when life is going south. i can mcgyver together some hope with a piece gum, a dozen broken promises, a sappy romance movie, two sticks and a dead bee. call me stupid. call me naive. just don't call me a taxi because i'll leave when i'm damn well ready and not a minute before. and before i go i'll beat that dead relationship horse until it gets up and walks again just to get away from me. and when you shake your head and say "you're crazy! let it go" i'll say "yup that's me, what of it? how am i hurting you by giving things another shot?" i'd rather give that dead horse a couple of kicks than lose the race because i didn't try.

i'm the kind of femme who misses out on connection because she hides her feelings from and refuses to show vulnerability to just anyone and the next person she does show it to better damn well cherish it or they can collect their ass at the door because i'm gonna hand it to them whenever i feel like it.

i'm the kind of femme that has grown into subtle wariness, becoming (unwillingly) harder on the outside because the inside of me refuses to be exposed to one more person who won't cherish and protect the genuinly warm girl that i am.

i'm the femme who pretends things are fine because people don't like to make room for them not to be. i lie and dissimulate in order to survive the ego responses of others and and i make no pretense about it anymore. everyone does it. i'm just the only person i know who's got the stones to admit it.

[Ginger]

Nomad’s post kind of gave me the spark to write this, because I too have felt some resistance to the question, What kind of femme are you?

I know there are categories of femme that I don’t belong to; I’m not a stone femme or a high femme (the latter I would have to say, not 24/7). I know my ethnic ID, my class ID. But I don’t know my femme ID.

Maybe a prompt will help: I’m the kind of femme that…

stops to pet dogs on the street.

But now all I’ve done is answer the question, What kind of person are you?

I picked up my new glasses tonight, and while they’re perfect, I couldn’t pretend I liked what I saw when I looked in the mirror. Maybe when I’m in this state of mind I block myself from knowing what kind of femme I am (shrug).

I'll try again.

I’m the kind of femme that...

loves smells and color but lives in her head.

Favorite recurring, comforting fantasy:

I live in a house deep in trees with moss, so it must be the south. There’s a front porch. It’s raining, but warm out. I’m barefoot. The planks on the porch are smooth and warm. The house is aqua, red and gold inside—my colors. It's dusk. There is food cooking on the stove, but I’m not cooking it. I’m watching for something, out in the woods. I'm calling to the person inside the house. I'm wearing shorts and I’m happy.

I’m not making up this fantasy, as I go along. I’ve had it for a long time, and it doesn’t make sense because I have no desire to live in the south, and I don’t know if I could live in the woods except on weekends (which I would love). I’ve lived in cities most of my life, and I like apartments with views of skylines, or on the first floor with access to a private garden.

In my last apartment, I could see the Chrysler building from the table where I sat to write at night and listen to music. It gave me a flash of happiness every time I looked up and rested my eyes on it poking up so hopeful and elegant in the midst of those stalwart, steep high rises.

Sometimes I think when I let myself drift into that fantasy of the house in rainy, mossy woods, I’m seeing into the future.

Is that the kind of femme I am? Clairvoyant?

Maybe. Or maybe I’m the kind of femme that lets herself drift intuitively in the right direction.

[sugarnspice]

I love reading these, i love being a member of such a beautiful and diverse group of people that always succeed in awing and inspiring me to be myself.

I am a femme inspired by other femmes <3

[rustedrims]

Thank you to all the femmes who posted.I read through them all.Very impressed with all the personalities,likes and dislikes.Putting it out there and this is why i love being in The Planet.

Ok now i read something about cookies.??
Where can i pick them up.??


Again,Thank you very much Ladies.



s.

[Nomad]

today i'm the kind of femme who has clutch problems. sometimes i hate cars.

[Lady_Di]

Originally Posted by rustedrims

Thank you to all the femmes who posted.I read through them all.Very impressed with all the personalities,likes and dislikes.Putting it out there and this is why i love being in The Planet.

Ok now i read something about cookies.??
Where can i pick them up.??


Again,Thank you very much Ladies.



s.

I am a femme who always has cookies~!

with a spot of


actually love to make cookies, I just don't like to eat them all that much, thank goodness!

what are your favourites?

sorry for the thread derail folks, but this is about COOKIES!

[Bleu]

Originally Posted by Nomad

i'm the femme that is both strangely drawn to and doesn't know what to write in forums like this one. so i type and delete and type and delete and type and delete because everything i write seems trite, falsely humble or blatantly self-serving.

the most honest thing i can come up with is that i'm the kind of femme that wants to feel safe and is tired of nodding her head when other people say "that feeling comes from inside of you, not outside of you". to those people i can only nod in logical agreement and say "thankyousoveryfuckoffmuch."

i'm the kind of femme that does one helluva lot wrong and maybe a little bit right and i hafta hang on to that little bit right because it makes me feel like rehabilitation might be possible. one day, with luck and some divine grace, i'll make a full recovery into realgrownuphumanbeinghood.

i'm the kind of femme with a lot of mouth and not too many brains but the brains i have work just fine so you can stop trying to dazzle me with your bull and your ridiculous excuses because i've heard them all and from smoother than you. i'm a sucker for charm and a fool for love and i may not hang around for a second helping of damnthishurtslikecrazy but i also don't just turn love off when the spit hits the spinny propeller thingy, so no matter where we end up neither one of us will be alone because i'm here for both of us until one of us is dead.

i'm the directionless femme that drags her raggletaggle girlfaith north, east and west when life is going south. i can mcgyver together some hope with a piece gum, a dozen broken promises, a sappy romance movie, two sticks and a dead bee. call me stupid. call me naive. just don't call me a taxi because i'll leave when i'm damn well ready and not a minute before. and before i go i'll beat that dead relationship horse until it gets up and walks again just to get away from me. and when you shake your head and say "you're crazy! let it go" i'll say "yup that's me, what of it? how am i hurting you by giving things another shot?" i'd rather give that dead horse a couple of kicks than lose the race because i didn't try.

i'm the kind of femme who misses out on connection because she hides her feelings from and refuses to show vulnerability to just anyone and the next person she does show it to better damn well cherish it or they can collect their ass at the door because i'm gonna hand it to them whenever i feel like it.

i'm the kind of femme that has grown into subtle wariness, becoming (unwillingly) harder on the outside because the inside of me refuses to be exposed to one more person who won't cherish and protect the genuinly warm girl that i am.

i'm the femme who pretends things are fine because people don't like to make room for them not to be. i lie and dissimulate in order to survive the ego responses of others and and i make no pretense about it anymore. everyone does it. i'm just the only person i know who's got the stones to admit it.

Dear Nomad,
Your honesty astounds me. I want to hug you for it, I want to be more like you. Thank you.
~Bleu