EnvisageAmity

delia. 28. scorpio.

[queermasculinities]

Ode to Brassai, Paris, 1995 , Del LaGrace Volcano

A tribute to Brassai’s famous photographs of the lesbian bar, The Monocle, published in his book Paris by Night. This image reconvenes Brassai’s table of butch French lesbians, now reconceived as London drag kings Sophie Moorcock, Jason Elvis Barker, and Simo Maronati.

[situpontheground]

butches in their natural habitat (bookstore)

[godspiit]

I luv lesbians whose gender is butch dyke

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

Source: Curve ( Volume 22 #7) September 2012

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

you’re not a burden for being negative some days, for being anxious, for being sad, for being upset

[mumblesplash]

it’s a cautionary tale TO YOU. if i did those things it would have turned out fine

[kitsunetsuki-deactivated2026051]

Guy Bourdin - Charles Jourdan Ad (Vogue Paris 1980)

[clitorises]

Okay you know what I’m not done talking about this. I can’t seem to stop thinking about restraining a service top before I let her strap me - putting her hands over her head and straddling her while I work my way down, agonizingly slowly, knot by knot, from her wrists down to her elbows. Taking my time while I feel her writhing and bucking her hips under me, sweat already sticking her hair to her forehead. I’d clip a leash to the front of the o-ring on her collar, even that tiny click of metal making her whimper, that whimper rising to a desperate moan as I give the leash a sharp tug.

I’d sit back on her thighs, admiring my work, her strap between my legs, resting against my skin. I’d tilt my head playfully at her, winding her leash tighter around one hand as I use the other to start teasing the tip of her strap, giving the leash another tug if her embarrassment and desperation tempt her to look away from the show I’m putting on just for her. What’s the matter, baby? Aw, poor thing, you want this inside me and you can’t do anything about it?

But lucky for her, watching her struggle against the ropes, a fierce blush staining her cheeks, would make my cunt ache so much that I couldn’t spend too long teasing her before I let myself sink onto her strap, gasping as I feel her fill me up. Head thrown back, I’d lose myself in the sensation of having her deep inside me, each thrust of her hips making her leash bounce, jingling against her collar.

[sweetoothgirl]

Chinese Paper Wrapped Sponge Cake

[redrola]

[strangledplanet]

[citizenscreen]

Vivien Leigh at home in Mayfair, London, 1935

[lesbian-archives]

“My favourite memory is when I slept over Nat’s house for the first time. She vacated all her roommates so we could have the space to ourselves. The following morning, we were sitting on the curb and I was about to leave. And Nat looked at me on the left side and then on the right and said “You know.. I just want to let you know this isn’t romantic. And I sat there for a second and responded “...Alright, no problem. I getcha.” I was neither disappointed nor ecstatic but here we are now... two years later wondering what the hell that was about!“

Butch is Not a Dirty Word (Issue 7, the Butch4Butch edition)⁣, 2020

[earthpit]

having mutuals across the world. I love you so much. I am awake when you are asleep and when I am drifting off you are online again. I’m glad we get to cross paths when we do 💗💗

[fjellblomst-deactivated20180409]

This Work Never Ends - Jenny Hart, 2002 hand embroidery on salvaged cotton 

[stuckinapril]

i loooove being delusional. catch me ignoring reality altogether. catch me never being reasonable ever. catch me straight up making up things in my head to cope. delusion is my best friend

[hauntedbythenarrative]

Things haunt, Joshua Jennifer Espinoza