Ok, But Do You Want To Be Friends With The Femme In Your Life? Are You Open And Willing To Save Space

Ok, but do you want to be friends with the femme in your life? Are you open and willing to save space to the femme who is not your romantic or sexual partner? Will you love them in their weirdness, their mannerisms, and their special needs? Will you hold them through a mental breakdown? Will you listen to them when the world is a very tiring place? Will you not judge the femme in your life when their experiences with femmeness and queerness end up being so different from yours, in your butchness? Will you love the “loser femme?” Will you? When they don’t perform femininity in a way you may have expected them to, or read about, or see others do? Will you love them when they can’t eat, or brush their hair, or have bit all of their nails off? Will you love them when chronic pain is too much? When they’re not bubbly, when they pick a beige bra instead of a pink one, when they’re not so soft inside and out? When they choose to be an animal, as we all are. Will you love the femme in your life as part of your community? As a counterpart to yourself? As a whole human being?