I like when femmes get weird, dressing oddly, cutting their bangs a centimeter shorter than their foreheads, messing up their make up on purpose, wearing non matching socks, stomping with their shoes everywhere they walk, owning their place and owning even more their identity. I love when femmes just laugh with their crooked, bunny teeth, with their fangs and their big smiles, when their laugh is so contagious that the only thing you can do is wheeze as well, and keep laughing for some hours.















