Here's a little something different - made this nail polish display frame for my femme for Valentine's Day, & she's already set it up to her liking! So happy she enjoys it.
Itâs me Iâm her femme đ đ» I fucking love you
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i don't do bad sauce passes
we're not kids anymore.
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Here's a little something different - made this nail polish display frame for my femme for Valentine's Day, & she's already set it up to her liking! So happy she enjoys it.
Itâs me Iâm her femme đ đ» I fucking love you
Here's a little something different - made this nail polish display frame for my femme for Valentine's Day, & she's already set it up to her liking! So happy she enjoys it.
A cover of hall & oates' "Maneater" sung by a butch abt her femme werewolf girlfriend
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Itâs interesting how so many people have come out with takes like âeveryone seems to think you have to be butch to be a lesbian. Everyone always looks at butches and knows theyâre a lesbian but not meâ and didnât come to the conclusion that maybe that visibility exposes us to a special amount of homophobic and sexual violence from our hypervisibility but instead it somehow ended up into discussions about how weâre privileged because straight people can tell that weâre gay. Straight people being able to tell that youâre gay does not reward any societal privileges at all actually. It kinda makes life worse.
Nothing is better than getting to plan out an elaborate date for my femme and putting together all the little details that i think will make her smile
I have a service top streak a mile wide & I've kind of been in that groove a while, but lately it's also.... nice to think about being toyed with & dommed & fucked
my femme, looking at the warlock who summoned a couple of sex demons for to dom the shit out of him on Sabrina: "look, it's you"
not to be fake deep but gay culture is having a complicated, flawed relationship with the people who were supposed to be there for you. the blood relatives you refuse to come out to, the ones you regret being honest with, the ones who give you that sharp, knifeblade smile like they know theyâre supposed to be fine with you being gay but fuck theyâre upset about it
gay culture is finding a new family. rewriting the one that you lost. the sliding sideways glance of two people in a room âi got youâ. replacing the bits of you that fell out and finding - oh, oh, this is what love was supposed to be, isnât it, where i open my heart and the teeth donât come out. where you can say âi need helpâ and a hand opens and not to take. a house, sometimes; more often just a series of shared spaces where cat-like you lounge with the weirdest people youâve ever known, the most beautifully honest human beings who let you be weird too (theyâre not actually weird, you realize one day, itâs just weird to you that they arenât angry, and that idea makes you drop what youâre holding). no, we canât talk honestly with our dads and donât bother with our moms. we feel what is unsaid like a second person we carry with us, a hand over our mouths. itâs okay, and itâs not okay, and when itâs not okay, you say: i need a hug. and you get one, always.
i love looking back on shit i did as a kid and realizing⊠oh that was gay. i was a lesbian child
turns out eating pussy & jacking off cures existential dread
almost a decade ago now, my AP English teacher was using Macbeth to talk about grief. I didn't know it then, but while Teach taught, i was sitting behind a boy who would later sexually assault me in a bar, a boy whose lights I'd someday knock out in a kind of sacred and symbolic retribution. and that's wrapped up in this too.
but this is abt grief, not grief and rage.
so Teach was talking about grief. It was one of the scenes after Macbeth murders Duncan, but before he kills Banquo. Macbeth cries out to Lady Macbeth, "O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!"
"When my mom died," Teach more or leas said, "I reread Hamlet, and this quote smacked me in the face. This is exactly what grief feels like."
& there was something in that, something about finding unexpected mirrors for your private pain that crack you wide open, that lets the pain expand outside our fragile frames to take its natural shape. when we grieve we are never grieving just one loss, one life. we're grieving all the losses that came before and all the losses that will follow. losses of people. Losses of ways of life. Losses of spaces and legacies and perhaps most of all the illusion that anyone you love is ever safe at any time. loss of the easy exhale. And those stings, that poison, is cumulative in a way that transcends time & space.
little beast, i do not have anything.
the blood in my chest is tired,
bleached of iron & oxygen.
the flesh falls from me as surely as it does
the carcasses of beloved rats
decaying gently under loam.
my body will not last you.
little beast, i have nothing left to give you.
my song is gone for the season.
the geese took it with them.
little beast, please stop clawing at our walls.
you hate houses anyway,
with all their visible doors.
little beast, please hunt. please go away.
you have claws and teeth
& all I have is myself to feed you
& soon not even that
cute things to call your girlfriend
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mythic bitch
the almighty
It's black history month, so here's a few black wlw from history!
Stormé Delavarie, activist involed in the Stonewall Riots (1920 - 2014)
Josephine Baker, performer, civil rights activist and World War 2 spy (1906 - 1975)
Audre Lorde, writer and activist (1934 - 1992)
Gladys Bentley, singer and performer (1907 - 1960)
Bessie Smith, blues singer (1894 - 1937)
Lorraine Hansberry, author and playwright (1930 - 1965)
Black lesbians and bisexual women are and always have been absolutely instrumental to the LGBTQ community, and we owe them so much.
today's insecurity is: other butches have great, strong hands, and I often feel that mine have intermittently weak grip strength and look like a hag's
forever butch