About a Book

Have you read, Brazen Femme: Queering Femininity? If the answer is ‘no,’ that is something you should remedy, my friend. I have not had much time to read because I’m working on earning a master’s in teaching, which is sad for me because books are some of my best friends. However, before I slipped upon the slippery slope of graduate school, I read book after book. I gobbled them up like leafy treats. It was my self-education of lesbian culture and what it means to be a gay gal in today’s society (and what it meant 10, 20, 30, 40 years ago…).

My favorite essay in the collection of essays, stories, and poems was called Quantum Femme by Elizabeth Ruth. It was all about the force-to-be-reckoned-with kinda femme.  The essay embodies what it means to be a proud, sensual, gay woman who is connected to her femininity, masculinity, and expresses this through her sexual prowess. It is one of the most impressive single pieces of writing I’ve read. You run down the words as you read like an engine collecting energy as you go. Here’s a taste:

“Maybe she’s a ball-busting bitch from the planet of no apologies, her molecular structure defying gravity. But then again power is a responsibility of which she occasionally desires to be relieved. She might demand your ass in the air, arms spread to the far corners of the bed. But it’s so draining being her and more than likely she’ll beg to have her power usurped, begged to be pinned down. Some see her as one-dimensional, a flat, carbon-based life form. The building blocks of nature or someone to start what they finish: A family, a movement, a sentence . . . but she’s larger than that. Quantum femme lives in the fourth dimension where everything you’ve seen and heard is an illusion. She also knows that at her most desirable she’s supposed to dominate with supernova moans that humble the night sky. She’s heard echoes about the evolution of relationships from mono to poly. Poly gamous: She thinks it’s the practice of playing more than one game at a time. Everything about her is already plural. She does not need any more distractions” (Ruth, Elizabeth, 15).

. . . And it just gets better from there.

My only complaint is that the editors put Quantum Femme at the beginning of the collection, so everything afterward can be nothing more than a bit of a disappointment. If I was the editor of Brazen Femme: Queering Femininity, I would have put it at the end. How about them titles? Quantum Femme – Brazen Femme: Queering Femininity – I could get lost in thought spurred by such titles . . .

Happy Reading!

-Sappho Bambino

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That Night

All it took was a sideways glance

A few honest words

And that kiss

 

Curled up next to a beating heart –

S-shaped curves

I want to race

 

You’re melting me like snow on the tongue –

Butter in your pan

My hearts on the run

 

Your eyes (the color of water on a right day)

They anchor me

At your side

 

Anticipating the nature of our play

I wait

To feel my way around your night

 

All it took was your gentleness

An avenue to admit

Which way the wind blew

 

That night

All it took was you

A Heart Opening Vantage Point

Shapes silhouette, reaching toward afterglow
They halo the night
Our hemicycle viewpoint
Straight-up
Multi-dimensional depths hidden in plain sight
Peering back over eons – over life, space and time
An endless Viennese Waltz between the bodies of Destruction and Creation
A constant push and pull of taut Universal Magnetism
Our two-dimensional window is a quadruple pane, a star-dabbled time warp
Reaching forward and backward like the Heart Opener stretch
And I’m opening up to the night at your side
Breathing it in – planck time, threefold