[Image: The painting Where There’s Smoke There’s Fire by Russell Patterson, which depicts a flapper woman looking very elegant and holding a cigarette in front of a starry sky.
Text: When I was little, my father’s abuse had me convinced that if I were in anyway stereotypically feminine that it made me a whore.
I’m working past that now, and more and more I find myself wanting to be pretty, a “lipstick lesbian,” if you will.
But when I came out, a friend bought me a book of lesbian short fiction, and I noticed several of the stories mocked or belittled women who met societal standards of beauty. Does this really happen? There’s no queer community where I live, so I can’t know for sure.
I’m already insecure about myself…]
Shit happens in every community, but DON’T LISTEN. If you want to be prettily feminine, you be prettily feminine, no matter what anyone says. Do what makes you feel good, what makes you comfortable. Do what YOU want.
Ugh the only problem with secrets blogs and stuff is all those times I just want to hug the OPs.