As many of you know, as an erotic author I have the distinct pleasure of conducting research for my books. Relax! I always keep my dick in my pants, that’s not the kind of relationship that wifey and I have.
During my research, I’ve learned about some strange and interesting practices. Oh, I can hear it now…stop…save your breath. I am not condemning anyone or anything.
Hey, if you want to be put in an adult diaper that’s fine with me, as long as I don’t have to change it. More power to you, but that’s not what I’m discussing, here.
What I’m referring to is the confusion between the butch and femme roles. When in the hell did it get so damn convoluted?
I get it…I get the andy’s, the switch-hitters and the fence-walkers. I’ve heard it all, believe me, but every once in a while, someone throws a monkey cock into the equation.
It seems that new terms and new practices are evolving in our community on a daily basis. Switch, tweens, twinks, power femmes, hys and hyms. I can deal with that, but I have to draw the line somewhere…packing.
I held a conversation…research gathering…with an attractive young femme the other day. Tall, blonde, blue eyes, very feminine and drop dead gorgeous, until I noticed something odd. And, of course, if you know me, you know about my Key West experience and you know…I don’t beat around the bush, no pun intended.
“Is that a bulge in your dress?” I asked rather confused.
“Why, yes it is,” she proudly announced. “I bought it for this dress.”
Stop. Stop, right there. A femme packing? Under her dress? This couldn’t be real. Maybe I had died, not realizing it, and this was my hell. I completely understand role-playing and that’s not what I’m talking about here. Femme Tops play with strap ons. Why not, but to freaking pack, in public?
Now, that the image is burned into memory, I’m still not positive I’m not living in some sick rendition of hell, but the blogging and the writing must go on.
When and under what messed up circumstances did it occur to a femme that it would be a good idea to pack under her dress? Really? Wait…here’s a new term for you, from now on we could simply ask if someone is “a femmie little butch or a butchie little femme.” Huh, No! Not even joking…
Call me, old-fashioned, but I’ll stick to what I know, and what makes the most sense. Butch, Femme and Confused. Plain, simple and easy.