HNT: Heels and Androfemmeinity

Wilhelmina Wang — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 16:15:17 +0000

I love wearing heels.

I love how they make my legs look shapelier and I feel ten times sexier. And red heels? Twice as good. Unfortunately I can’t wear them for more than a few hours at a time because my feet get sore…

Towards the end of last term I began thinking of re-introducing “butch” back into my wardrobe – which is a little ironic, because as soon as I had the chance to shop I instantly splurged on the most femmy things imaginable (read: lots of high heels, skinny jeans, and lacy underwear). But lately I have been feeling like dressing more “butch” – at least butch-er than how I usually dress. Collared shirts, hoodies, sweatpants. I’ve always thought of myself as a femme with butch accents – and I want to smash the two genders, the two aesthetics, together – combining my navy-with-white-polka-dots, ruffled miniskirt with white combat boots, for example.

When I dress in a “masculine” manner, however, it’s never really masculine, it’s more just my femmeinity expressed in a different form. A little Tank Girl, a little dandy. I re-interpret masculinity to suit my needs.

[via SublimeFemme Unbound]

I find both gender expressions powerful, but in very different ways. When I’m decked out in heels and a dress and makeup, I feel drop-dead gorgeous enough to knock anyone off their feet just from looking at me – but butchness exhibits a very different kind of power. An audacious, inappropriate, active kind of power.

(For anyone who’s curious – my heels are from Asos and the underwear from Cotton On )

More of the same:

SublimeFemme Tells All No. 15

Tomboy Femme & Other Multigendered Femmes

Finding My Multigendered Femme Identity

Can a Femme be Butch too?

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Wilhelmina Wang — Fri, 16 Jan 2009 07:03:36 +0000

I’ve mostly understood bondage as a practice that’s pleasurable because it enhances sexual acts. Being restrained and spread eagled on a bed, ready to be fucked… Mmm. I’ve definitely read other blogposts before where people discuss their need or desire to be bound, but I can’t say I’ve been able to understand it before.

Until now, that is… I’m wearing a lovely choker that F recently gave me (it used to be hers, but she doesn’t like it anymore because one of the spikes fell off). No, it’s not an actual collar, it’s purely decorative. Still, when she snapped it around my neck, it felt… nice. Probably because I have a very sensitive neck, but it was even more than that – I felt an inexplicable sense of security.

Then one day I was procrastinating and surfing SexToy.com. And I found two armbinders that I fell completely in love with (here and here). Imagining myself naked, with someone (mostly Christopher, I have to admit) gently pulling my arms around my back, lacing the ties up or buckling the cuffs… the leather fitting snugly around my arms/wrists…

And, as I imagine, security and trust and need wash over me.

So, now I guess I understand what it’s like to want to be bound for no other reason than simply being bound.

Of course, after I was bound and someone was to run their hands over me, and explore my prone body, well… I probably wouldn’t complain.

Oh I also really want this. (Spanking someone and having it result in “bitch” imprints? How can I resist?) And the Actor took my Leo dildo (that he paid for, granted) and my Jaguar harness might be lost, so I want to replace those too. Why do I have to be so broke? =(

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