femme mafia blurb

when i was a little girl i lived for easter sunday. frills on my panties and ruffles on my socks, a can-can slip and shiny patent leather shoes with a pastel purse to match my dress...shit, if i was lucky my mom might let me wear my hair in ringlets. and when i arrived on the church steps greeted by adoration and praise from the adults, i knew that i was not only pretty. i was powerful. and i got into that. i became the kind of kid who kissed my mom every day before school because #1: she was a goddess and #2: i wanted some of her lipstick. that background was the perfect soil to create: the fabulous queer episcopalean (priest hopeful) poet southern feminist/womanist polyamorous spiritual/jesus-freak all around freak truth-seeker dog-lover nontraditionalist romantic open femme woman that i am always becoming. i love champagne, feminist theology, glitter, flirting, puppies that fit in my purse, gospel music, red wine, companionship, the eucharist, eye-liner, sixty-nine, and heels with jeans. i heart my three big sisters. i pray for an end to injustice. i believe one day my dog will stop peeing on the carpet. i work to make a path where there is no path. i demand to be worshipped. oh yeah, and i wanna touch the sky. sometimes i do...