Am I the only femme that gets turned on when her butch gets all nerdy and pauses her game just to explain its lore for me?
Oh my god, butches need to get more nerdy.

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Am I the only femme that gets turned on when her butch gets all nerdy and pauses her game just to explain its lore for me?
Oh my god, butches need to get more nerdy.
As a lesbian I have a genuine question on why bisexual women insist on taking lesbian terms. One example of this is dyke, they for some reason want to reclaim it so bad and when lesbians tell hey don’t say that they get mad and say “I got called it so I can say it” which is just a stupid argument because just because you get called it doesn’t mean you can reclaim it. Another one I see is them taking terms like stud, butch, or femme and call themselves bisexual stud, bisexual butch, or bisexual femme when that completely goes against the entire point of the identity.
What did you say? You prefer soft butches over butches? Are you listening to yourself? Butches are soft, have you seen how they act? The sweet grin that takes place on their lips when they see the person they like, the way they soothe the sad looking faces and offer their shoulders to cry on, the way they pay attention to every single detail in order to give their favorite person a nice birthday gift. Oh my god, have you at least seen a butch in love?
I just don't know why you have to specify that you want a soft butch, as if the butch identity on itself isn't quite soft and gentle already.
You might look at a butch, they might be covered in tattoos, rock a skullet, wear heavy, big boots and wear spiked collars, but you know what? If something ever happens to you, if you trip in the middle of the street, if you need to vent to someone, if you're feeling blue, that same butch will take care of you in the softest of ways; carrying you back to your feet, wiping your tears with their leather fingerless gloves and making you take deep breaths with them until you feel better.
If butches are not softness, what are they then?
When I call myself a tradwifemme, I imagine myself working a 8 hour shift to get back to my housewife butch that was waiting for me to eat dinner with her and then have a conversation about our day that might or might not end in her eating me out on the dinning table.
femme who sits on the lap of their nerdy butch while they play video games...
Honestly, suicide might be a little too appealing but I'm scared to leave everyone I love behind. I just can't kill myself if that implies hurting everyone, but it gets so hard to keep living like this. It gets harder trying to get better or, even trying to be positive about your life, everything here is about surviving, when will it be my turn for living?
I just wish I could be normal for once, not have those thoughts, not force myself to sleep because if I don't, I know I will do something to myself I will regret it if I live to experience it.
I'm such a selfish person, and even a worse person.
I always wish for a place to call my own, somewhere I can walk freely without feeling the eggshells under my feet, somewhere I can wear whatever I want, to feel ugly and beautiful, to weep loudly until my lungs give up and to joyfully laugh until my stomach hurts. And just that sounds like heaven to me, impossible to reach unless your life comes to an end.
Is it my fault for being too hard to love?
Someday I will have my own place. My world won’t be confined to my room. I will stumble sleepily through the house in the morning, opening the blinds. I will sit out in the backyard and look at the stars. I will go out whenever I want to. I will survive long enough to have that.
femmes that are hungry to bite their butches neck are angels
I turned eighteen and realized that being a degenerate lesbian isn't that bad as people make it seem.
Something something something BUTCHFEMME
femme that won’t stfu x butch that listens to every word
it's kind of homophobic that i'm not drinking a glass of wine and talking to a butch while we're on a balcony and we're looking at the stars and we're secretly just admiring each other but whatever
Platonic butchfemme sounds so fun. Butches and femmes aren't just lovers.. they are friends, neighbors, best friends, acquaintances, siblings even.
whenever a butch shaves their armpits or happy trail an angel loses its wings
I wish I had a butchfemme friend group, just me and a bunch of dykes laughing and being stupid together while also relating and sharing our experiences and identities.