I am a unquie breed of femme. Not only because I am plus-size or that I am fairly tall, but because I really love being outside. And not just the “strolling through rose gardens in wedge heels looking for a great place to blow my butches strap on” outside. No, I mean tough and rumble in the grit and grim. Strap on my pack and give me a paddle…get your mind out of the gutter, besides I prefer you to be wielding both of those items. I love getting muddy on portages and stinky during a weekend of backpacking. I have an impressive array of outdoor equipment, because a girl needs to be able to accessorize. Being in the middle of the woods or on the edge of a lake is where I find peace and solace. It is where I can challenge my physical strength and emotional roadblocks without being judged for my lack of lipstick or lace. I feel like a warrior of the world and of my own thoughts.
I need you to respect this side of me. Don’t question it. Don’t accuse me of being a fake femme. Don’t try to relabel me with whatever words you feel better fit who I am. This is part of who I am and how I fit into the world. Plus, I will let you kiss my battle bruises when I return.