Femmehood

When I think of Femmehood, 

I think of girls like me, who may not have the money to stealth, or the resources to drag it up. But we are limitless.⠀

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We are the ones that create divine futures for each other out of the scraps and rubble left for us.  

The ones that create riots that are bigger than space and time. 

A movement to uphold the notion that liberating Black trans womxn is liberation for all of us. 

Girls like us understand that femmehood is lineage and kinship, not a body part. 

We recognize the majority of the world disposes of us, but we are anointed. 

We are our ancestors’ wildest dreams


I don't want a world where Black Trans Lives  just matter

That our histories and our presence are praised like shrines; in which the offerings are given back to the altar 100 fold.


Location: Chicago, IL 60660, USA

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