I could never do justice to the beauty that is the butch femme dance.  I can only hope to capture the essence of it and try to wrap words around the emotions one experiences as they move across the floor.  There is something almost magical that happens when a butch and femme come together.  A sweet tenderness that is masked by hard lines, something soft and graceful that underlies a fierce heart.  I feel there are so many reasons why the butch-femme dynamic works, not the least of those is that they serve to complement one another in all aspects of their being.  And so, my dear butches and femmes, I offer you:

 The Dance

2008

They dance as one, moving in a rhythm all their own, aware eyes are upon them

Hy, confident with masculine energy, and she, beautiful in feminine radiance

A composition in contrast, united to create a harmony like none other

Apart they are strong and independent, basking in their uniqueness

Each powerful in their own individuality, determined yet giving

When they come together, blending of tenderness and rough edges

Passionate and intense as two, facing the world and its glaring judgment

They move in time, hy matches her step for step, as she feels it in her heart

They know this, the ebb and flow of the dance, hoping the music does not end.