Queer Femininity - Ongoing
Femininity flows and moves through thoughts and matter. Femininity is dainty, sweet and obedient in her origins. How scandalous would she be if she gave into that dark urge to shatter? What would she be then if she wasn't even seen? - maybe she might just be feeling alive deep within, happy on her own. Why is “femininity” a “she” though? When did we form a connotation between expressing femininity and being a female? Maybe an expression in a different way, for some it feels good. For others, it’s the only way to authenticity. What did Venus do after their birth? They got smashed into pieces. They got reassembled incorporating all the things they had thrown at them. Slurs, profanities, standards. Dress up, dress down,lust, mundane, changeable - ostensibly rooted and stable in shifting queerness. That slur once uttered, now creating space in heterogeneity, in absence, in what doesn't judge, in Queer Femininity. Welcome to my space. Where Femininity doesn’t have a “one size fits all” stance. Where queerness is celebrated in all its forms. Where we defy norms, look down on our oppressors and rise from the urban decay as the sole forms of our true selves.