𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠
Your local Aussie butch lesbian
Engineering nerd AND literature nerd
I am a big fan of:
📖 The Hunger Games (DM for sideblog)
📽 Love Lies Bleeding
🎵 Chappell Roan
✒️ Sappho
🫶 Dripping wet lesbian cunt
NASA
Stranger Things
noise dept.
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One Nice Bug Per Day
occasionally subtle
KIROKAZE
d e v o n

if i look back, i am lost
Sade Olutola
Jules of Nature
RMH
The Bowery Presents

izzy's playlists!

@theartofmadeline
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blake kathryn

#extradirty
Misplaced Lens Cap
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@butchdykebuoyancy
𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠
Your local Aussie butch lesbian
Engineering nerd AND literature nerd
I am a big fan of:
📖 The Hunger Games (DM for sideblog)
📽 Love Lies Bleeding
🎵 Chappell Roan
✒️ Sappho
🫶 Dripping wet lesbian cunt
While I don't hate being described as masculine, I do hate that letting my body exist naturally has become a trait of manhood. Why is it that hair that grows on my legs naturally is considered the default for men, but not for me? Hairy legs are a human trait, and yet for men it's considered innate and for women it's considered subversive or unnatural.
The dictionary defines masculinity as traits that are traditionally associated with men or boys, and femininity as traits associated with women or girls. So things like shaved bodies, false nails, and restrictive clothing are only considered feminine because women have been pressured or forced to do those things for so long that society has forgotten that these are not things that women naturally enjoy and men naturally don't.
It really reminds me that gendered words do not exist in a vaacuum, and were often developed based on reductive and oppressive stereotypes. It makes me reconsider how I use terms like masculine and feminine, and sometimes even using them at all.
My new year's resolution this year is to try a new pastry every week, from as many different bakeries as possible. And to bake one new thing every month.
By this time next year I will be the best baker/pastry connoisseur among all the engineers I know.
Born to blossom, bloom to perish
Her face is a map of the world, a map of the world 💙
I’m obsessed with the idea that Rio was the only one who ever thought Agatha was good
the woman who holds the moon
prints available here. my cover for this month's issue of baffling magazine.
interlaced
(click link to get as a print)
Hear me out: tinsel bush
I don't care how male centric a piece of media is, I WILL find all of the lesbian ships and engage with them. Even if 99% of the characters are men I am going to find the two women and write them in a relationship. I will prioritise two background character women over twenty main character men, and I will ignore ANY Ao3 tag in favour of reading the handful of f/f fics.
One of the best parts of being butch is confusing people. Am I a woman, a man, a dyke, a fag? Well, wouldn't you like to know, weather boy 🤨
It's been about a year since I came out as a lesbian. I don't really have much to say about it but I feel like i've come a long way. I know who I am so much better than I did a year ago. In this past year i've joined my university's queer organisation, gone to a few lesbian events in person, and read queer literature for the first time.
I feel more confident in who I am as a person, and I have a better understanding of my thoughts, feelings, and experiences. I've started a journey of exploration, and while i'm very sure of my sexuality, I still have a lot of thinking and experimenting to do with my gender. I'm floating aroud somewhere between nn binsry and woman and butch, but unlike this time last year, I don't feel lost, I just feel anticipation for what discovery is going to come next.
And speaking of anniversaries, i'm also one year in recovery from anorexia. It's something I don't talk about much, because it's something i've struggled with for a long time, and it doesn't seem to line uo with the idea I have of myself or the idea others have of me. But i'm learning to accept my past, and be proud of my progress.
I don't think it's a coincidence that I started my recovery right after I came out. Discovering myself, my attraction to women, and my identity as a butch, have all contributed to a view of myself that is positive for the most part. I think the lesbian community has really played a part in my recovery, with how welcoming and accepting most of us are of different people with different bodies.
This thursday will be the first Christmas in a decade where I get to experience the joy and fun and community of food without the guilt attached to it. And while i'm extremely proud of myself for that, I also have the community around me to thank for it, so for those of you who contribute to the accepting and supportive part of the lesbian community, thank you.
It's been about a year since I came out as a lesbian. I don't really have much to say about it but I feel like i've come a long way. I know who I am so much better than I did a year ago. In this past year i've joined my university's queer organisation, gone to a few lesbian events in person, and read queer literature for the first time.
I feel more confident in who I am as a person, and I have a better understanding of my thoughts, feelings, and experiences. I've started a journey of exploration, and while i'm very sure of my sexuality, I still have a lot of thinking and experimenting to do with my gender. I'm floating aroud somewhere between nn binsry and woman and butch, but unlike this time last year, I don't feel lost, I just feel anticipation for what discovery is going to come next.
Who needs sleep when I can stay up reading lesbian smut all night?? Erotica recharges me like unconsciousness never could.