Even though I am a femme, I am highly embarrassed of being a romantic. I try so hard not to fit into the (horrible) stereotype of a pink-loving, dress-wearing, well-polished, shopping-addict, always-relying-on-a-butch femme woman. I want to be seen as strong and independent. Not as a power lesbian, but as a damsel who can rescue herself from distress. I pretend that romantic gestures do not impress me, but that is so far from the truth. I would rather come out of the queer closet a thousand times rather then coming out of the romantic closet once.
But, I do adore romance. Not cheesy Disney created romance, but well thought out romantic gestures. Receiving a card in the mail that features one of my favorite artists or an amazing photograph with a handwritten message inside. A homemade all vegetarian meal you prepared yourself even though you love eating meat. A small bouquet of flowers delivered at my work place on the day I am having my year end review. Being invited over for a surprise bubble bath because I have been saying how badly I want one but lack a tub in my small apartment. Or even something as small kissing my back as I fall asleep in your strong arms. I am not looking for giant displays of affection or diamonds (yet), just small actions or tokens to show how you feel about me.