So i apparently live my life a bit behind the times... i loved this prompt so much it took me 2 (?) months to write it and post it up, finally...

Some nights, femme feels like balancing on a razor blade—risk, danger and triumph in one.
Some nights, femme is the feeling of whiskey spilling on little cuts you’ve gathered through the week, a purging of ghosts, a reclaiming of a tried and battered self.
Some days, femme feels like a one-person pride parade of Outfits and Strut and most perfect sun.
some days, femme feels like a one-person coming out event… over and over again, as many times as it takes, as many times as you can.
Some days, femme feels like the tired feet and aching back of work well done.
Some days, femme feels like untangling,
Most days, femme feels like secret strength, a backbone of steel with the grace of flight.
Some nights, femme feels like bruised knees and a willing mouth, the clenching, the ready, the push and delight of desire.
Some nights, femme feels like the sigh of leaning into a bath, the full contented belly, the cool of pillows and the sweet stretch into sleep.
Some days, femme feels like a battle with fear and doubt, a challenge to yourself.
Some days, femme feels like a dare.
Some days, femme feels like the perfect poetry, the bass rhythm dancing under your step.
Some days, femme feels like an excessive metaphor to disguise a simple truth, the simplest truth:
Femme is the honest homecoming, the challenge and the victory of self.

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