Metaphors

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[matchagirl]

[enki2]

[that-butch-archivist]

source: That's Ms. Bulldyke to You, Charlie! by Jane Caminos

[that-butch-archivist]

source: That's Ms. Bulldyke to You, Charlie! by Jane Caminos

[that-butch-archivist]

source: That's Ms. Bulldyke to You, Charlie! by Jane Caminos

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[ID. A cartoon of an older woman driving a car with a younger woman in the passenger seat. Both are looking nervously in opposite directions from one another and have thought bubbles above their heads.

The younger woman's thoughts read: "Shit, going out with this suave older woman was a big mistake. She probably thinks I'm vapid and naïve in bed, which I'm afraid is true, especially when compared with her. What if I'm so nervous I have diarrhea?"

The older woman's thoughts read: "Shit, going out with this trendy younger woman was a mistake. She probably finds me boring and not with it, which is true. I'm run of the mill in bed. What if I'm so nervous I have diarrhea?"

End ID.]

[that-butch-archivist]

"Christopher Street, NYC, 1988" by Kathryn Kirk

source: The Wild Good: Lesbian Photographs & Writings On Love, edited by Beatrix Gates

[that-butch-archivist]

"Marcia and Sarah, close-up kiss"

source: Girls' Night Out, photographed by Chloe Atkins

[that-butch-archivist]

source: That's Ms. Bulldyke to You, Charlie! by Jane Caminos

[that-butch-archivist]

"Elvis Herselvis"

source: Girls' Night Out, photographed by Chloe Atkins

[barghest-land]

a lot of feelings that are more than words

[2022dirt]

Leaves creating perfect circles in the snow from the wind.

[aropride]

please god let chatgpt die out like nfts did. With a fast and graceless fall into irrelevancy

[thesilliestpotato]

I was looking for references and stumbled across a series of paintings from 1930s by Soviet painter Alexander Samokhvalov called "The young women of metro construction"

[glimmerkey]

90’s - Erasers

[plus-size-aesthetics]

[mothermara]

what if orpheus was butch and she unclipped her carabiner and held it out behind her and then eurydice clipped it onto her belt loop and then orpheus didnt have to look back because she could hear eurydice jingle jangling behind her. follow me for more dyke solutions to famous tragic literature

[that-butch-archivist]

"Pearls" by Morgan Gwenwald

source: The Femme Mystique, edited by Lesléa Newman