We’ve been laying low here at Lazy Femme, waiting out the last of the winter (and in my case keeping busy with Fatshion February over in tumblr land), studying and working hard, moving and planning to move, and plotting our … Continue reading
Hello Lazy Femme! Chemotherapy rooms are kept cold, and I am looking for a chemotherapy sweater. It has to drape enough that I can leave one arm out (I get chemotherapy through an IV in my left arm) and yet … Continue reading
dear lazy femme, hey! i’m a genderqueer FAAB with a style issue. if i was a cis boy, i’d be read as a very fashionable queer prettyboy. as a FAAB not on T, my look is misread right and left … Continue reading
Dear Lazy Femme, After spending years looking cookie cutter femme and playing it safe, I recently decided to consciously make my vanilla outside match my radical inside. I started with a nipple piercing, but that obviously doesn’t make (many) public … Continue reading
I broke my ankle in September. It isn’t something I’ve talked about very much here, because I have been having a very hard time with my injury, and subsequently I’ve been having a very hard time with my fashions. My … Continue reading
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Since going back to school, I have been on a full code red buy ban (instead of my previous code orange buy ban). In the spirit of looking but not touching, here is my most impractical, covetous wishlist of things … Continue reading
I bought a keffiyeh in Egypt in 2009. I was on a Winter Break study abroad trip to study Egyptian literature and culture with the amazing writer, activist, and all around mensch Zein El-Amine. Operation Cast Lead, the last large-scale … Continue reading
Now that my days consist mostly of reading and writing at home in sweatpants or biking to class in jeans and button-downs (I recently realized that almost all of my clothes are blue), I get pretty enthusiastic about the rare … Continue reading
On Sunday, September 16 I slipped in some mud at my favorite bar (sober) and fell. I broke my ankle in three places, and tore several ligaments. A week later, I had surgery to repair the damage. I’ve been pretty … Continue reading
Now that I’m back in school, I’ve dusted off my dad’s old Bianchi and have started biking to class again, both in a bid to save some money and because parking is a surprisingly scarce commodity on college campuses. My … Continue reading
Femmes, teach me how to know all of you, who are like me. See me, if I’m like you. Don’t miss something, don’t let me miss something. I’ve written a lot in the past two weeks, the post-Femme Con weeks. … Continue reading
A couple weeks before the femme conference I was chatting online with two friends, one of them was Dress. I needed help. It was my second date with a new person so of course I had no idea what to … Continue reading
When I first found femme, it was with enormous resistance. “You’re femme!” Femme friends and lovers told me for years, before I could accept it. Accepting femme felt like stepping into a spotlight, where all my failures as a girl … Continue reading
Moxie and Dress like to chat online a lot: cuties, dates, and more often than not about gender and presentation. The following is a series of messages sent back and forth between Dress and Moxie over the course of a … Continue reading
