Femme is a protective shield. Feminine construction both denotes, and strangely masks, vulnerability. It accommodates a bruised spirit or delicate soul. People don’t tend to question war paint. They don’t attack poise. It is a protective bouncer at the door of her heart. Femme is knowing when she is safe, and with whom her shell-less self is held. The trespass of lovers marks the height of their erotic connection, encroaching upon her vulnerability without sacrificing strength.
Trespass of Lovers
My darling Shannon has graced us with a treatise on developing her femme identity: