I’ve been staring at this screen for awhile (3 false starts, exactly), wondering how to articulate how I felt at The Femme Show.

It was like being a bit character in Dykes to Watch Out For.

It was like fresh air when you’ve been in an office all day.

It was like venting, with a stage full of talent doing the venting for you, and a bar full of people cheering.

It was like frolicking on a nakey beach and realizing just how restricting your clothes are the rest of the time.

…

Yeah, I got nothin.