Profile: Narcissa
You can call me… Narcissa
I identify as… an innately butch person who is stuck in a femme body.
As far as third-person pronouns go, … lesbian, softbutch, dyke, genderqueer. But who needs labels? “I am I and you are you.”
Oh, and my all time FAVORITE… “Lesbionic dog handler”!!!! I just love it!
I’m attracted to… the drag-queen in anyone. Beautiful women. I don’t mean women who are just pretty, women with a strong will and a golden heart. A rockin’ personality and caring heart are the biggest turn-ons.
When people talk about me, I want them to… gossip about who I really am and not gossip about who I’m not. There really is a difference.
I want people to understand… that no matter how much pink and lace you put on me I will always be the same inside. Just because my body is wanted by men doesn’t mean that I’m femme at heart. No matter how much makeup I put on, I’m still butch underneath.
About Narcissa I really do love people, despite my anti-social nature, and will do just about anything to help out. If you’re my friend I’ve got your back no matter what.
I’ve always known I was different. When I was a kid I was mistaken for a boy quite a bit. It always made me feel nice to be identified that way. Unfortunally little tomboys have to grow up to be young ladies in the Midwest and are supposed to take on that role. Ptsh! That didn’t work out too well…
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June 18th, 2010 at 12:03 pm |
I really liked this. (:
It’s very interesting.
Thanks for sharing. <3
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June 18th, 2010 at 2:09 pm |
I don’t know how many women I have known who had a love/hate relationship with their bodies and their selves. They’re kind of proud to be an object of desire, dislike being an object, hate being an objective, like being pretty, hate needing to work at it, want to be taken seriously, want to be let off the hook, enjoy being expressive, hate being expected to be emotional.
Men have a different shopping list of things they’re supposed to “live up to.” My own father died when I was four, so I always looked up to Atticus Finch. It was along way. I always felt more like Paulette Goddard.
It’s messy being a woman. It’s confusing being a man. It’s tough to be any kind of human.
I just had a flashback to a cartoon from the 1950’s of a whole room full of babies waiting to be born. None of them has a sex. As their term comes up, they stand before a person with a clipboard (a stork if memory serves) who asks them, “Do you want to be a boy baby or a girl baby?” And off they’d go…
Knowing what I know now, I’d have answered “How the hell should I know?” I still can’t figure that one out after more than half a century of trying.
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June 18th, 2010 at 7:38 pm |
I admit, I would think you are awesome…but it looks like you’re wearing a Hawkeyes shirt. Sorry, bud, just can’t get behind that.
(This is all in jest.)
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June 21st, 2010 at 4:44 pm |
“It’s messy being a woman. It’s confusing being a man. It’s tough to be any kind of human”
-AMEN.
Also, Narcissa, you seem like a groovy person, and as a thorough pansexual I can say you’re hella attractive 8D
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June 21st, 2010 at 6:07 pm |
“I want people to understand… that no matter how much pink and lace you put on me I will always be the same inside. Just because my body is wanted by men doesn’t mean that I’m femme at heart. No matter how much makeup I put on, I’m still butch underneath.”
THIS.
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June 22nd, 2010 at 6:11 am |
Now, look, I feel like a dick cause I didn’t tell you you were awesome. This is why I never comment anywhere. You are awesome.
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