February 2016 – Page 2 – FEMININE COLLECTIVE

I See You

February 21, 2016September 25, 2016 Leslie Lippa

I see you looking at me when you think I’m not looking. Always whispering, and judging, and letting me know that you know I’m not good enough. Just when I think I have finally gotten everyone fooled, I see your little pink nose sticking out – all up in my Read more

West Coast Booty Call, It Doesn’t Get Any Better

February 20, 2016May 26, 2023 Dori Owen

I met this guy once. Purely by accident. My friend’s son played high school football and our tradition was to gather and have dinner before the game. I liked dinner much more than I liked football. My friend’s older brother was a pilot for Delta Airlines. Freddy, the family called Read more

I’m Fabulous (According to Supermodel Cheryl Tiegs)

February 19, 2016September 25, 2016 Natalie Yeh

When Cheryl Tiegs – yes, supermodel Cheryl Tiegs — gave me a hug and said that I looked fabulous in my new dress and polished makeup, well, that was something I never could have dreamed of as a trans kid spending their life hiding as a boy. I also couldn’t Read more

Once

February 17, 2016January 31, 2017 Sandy Coomer

This game, and I should say a name is what I want a fact to hold against the things we do – nineteen minutes on the train between Montrose and Grand every one of them burning with your gaze, my shoulder blades melting, my hips my neck, my open mouth Read more

“Hey Dude, Your Junk Looks Dangerous!”

February 16, 2016September 14, 2018 Dave Pasquel

I hate using the public restroom at the airport. Whether it’s the urinal or the stall, no amount of hand-washing is enough to satisfy my germaphobia. However, after traveling nearly every week for the past ten years, I’ve been forced to give in to nature’s whims – but only in dire emergencies. After all, Read more

When Half a Brain is the Only Option

February 15, 2016May 7, 2019 Shanna DeMott

My daughter has half a brain. No, really. She does. Allow me to explain. Sasha arrived on a Friday morning, in late-February. She was three weeks early and weighed 4.5 pounds. Aside from her low-birth weight, she was perfect. Words I used to describe her babyhood included happy, giggly, curious, Read more

Phantom Heart

February 14, 2016September 15, 2021 Julie Anderson

Lover your name is true. I see you beyond what has been ingrained honeyed words drip from your lips, drop into my dreams. Beat on for me, I can hear you in my heart. Sigh deeply suck me in. Spin a web of wishes around the sincere fantasy. Exhale the Read more