If you’re not interested in having your world rocked by a high femme queer theorist, who critiques politics and culture wearing a sheer black peignor and pink marabou stilettos, then this probably isn’t your kind of site. If you do not worship at the feet of disarmingly smart and exuberantly sensual femmes, what can I say? Your loss!
I am shameless in my love for debonair butches, unconventional thinking, pleasure, serendipitous discoveries, contradictions, beauty, and extravagance of all kinds. I take as my inspiration Oscar Wilde’s ebullient dictum that “we should treat all the trivial things of life seriously, and all the serious things with sincere and studied triviality.” I have little patience for self-righteous moral and political correctness, so if that’s your thing, be prepared to loose your innocence.
Sublimefemme is too busy being amazing (or doing her nails) to expend energy on the impolite or the unappreciative.
Dying to know what I look like? Here I am on my day off:
When I’m not blogging about Sublime Femmeness, I slip on my catsuit and plot world domination while sipping a Perfect Manhattan with 2 bourbon-spiked maraschino cherries.
Inquiries, fan mail, love notes and bourbon recommendations all happily accepted at firstname.lastname@example.org.