A trannie that lives as a woman, is very passable but does not want to get rid of her penis with sex reassignment surgery or hormones, but rather enjoys being "the best of both worlds" and all the sex that comes with it.

The same as when you call someone a sissy or as weak as a girl,

A skirt is worn by a girl so your calling the person a girl.

A woman's rear end which happens to be so big that when she walks and extends her right leg, her left butt-cheek bounces off the ground creating a sound similar to "badonk" and is then followed by a louder "adonk" when left leg extends and gives way to the right butt-cheek.

A woman's rear end which happens to be so big that when she walks and extends her right leg, her left butt-cheek bounces off the ground creating a sound similar to "badonk" and is then followed by a louder "adonk" when left leg extends and gives way to the right butt-cheek.

A baffling mixture of feminine perkiness with smug patriotic newsanchorliness. Possessed by women with high profiles in mainstream media, but usually abandoned for either perkiness or gravitas once the newswoman is experienced enough with both to decide between them. Currently the perkitas ringmaster on television is Daily Show correspondent Samantha Bee, who must be blessed by a rogue star, because she remains the only female fake news reporter on a hit comedy show two women created.

(Yes, two women invented The Daily Show; and at least one, I am proud to say, is an out lesbian. Kind of makes you scratch your head when you see how few comediennes are featured on that program.)

Perkitas wavers uneasily and insecurely between all-American cutesyness (or, for our Canadian readers, all North American cutesyness) acceptable to male watchers, and gravitas, which ought to be gender neuter but is not, as many men find it threatening when possessed by a female news reader.

Defining characteristics: a nice round, solid Midwestern broadcast voice; the same suggestive pauses and stresses on certain words and phrases as found in gravitas, such as "terror", "patriotism", "homeland", and "national security"; but the piercing gaze is occasional, fragmented, ...

An exclaimation and the famous punchline of a 1998 story that originated when a large African American woman trying to steal a 15 lb Kretschmar Baked Ham from the long-closed Foodland supermarket on Jefferson Avenue in St. Louis MO's Lafayette Square neighborhood by putting it between her legs under a housedress and trying to shimmy up towards the exit with it failed miserably.
This story was first told in St. Louis, MO and at the University of Missouri at Columbia by a witness to the event. A witness also had ties to Ohio, Pennsylvania, NYC, and Arizona where similar variations of this story have since surfaced and several people claim this story to be theirs.
To clarify, some vesrions of this story have been told using a turkey and some have used a rump roast.
Other outcomes to this story have been "Who frew da' ham!?" as told by a late oratory plagerist in NYC and "Who put that turkey up my skirt!?" by some lying skank at a bar in St. Louis, MO.
A cousin to this story set at the Jack In The Box restarant on Olive Street in Unversity City, MO where a woman yelled at the Manager and telling her "Just because you a BIG GUUUURL you ain't gotta be mad at the world... because shit, bitch, it looks like you ain't neva' been pushed back from the table" is unrelated but has been told in tandem.
Don't be fooled folks... see the REAL story in the example below...

(sem . ee . fem)

Half of a woman, the other half being a) unattractive, b) negligible, or c) not present.