Grit and Grime
An essay??
I keep seeing posts, and fem lesbians irl who are like 'omgg look at this cute butch' and its like the most ken doll insta-fied white pretty boy masc you've ever seen like please where is the crust. She looks like she came off of google images im telling you that's NOT a reputable breeder istg just where is the bearness of it all? The bellies, shaved heads, odd accessories, out there hobbies and carrers, more hair than you've ever seen on a woman, muscles, disability, poc, transgender (both ways) ect ect i could keep going. (Poc ppl are not weird, its the whole effed up white as the default nonsense that im kinda also talking about here yk?) Like i need em WEIRD its the non standardness its gnc its queer,,, butch is more than pants and short hair please! Like i know i 'look like that' bc im white and 'skinny' and haven't the time or money to customize my meat avatar yet but like?? Good lord y'all
It's not bad to be attracted to those ppl but like if you can't see how incredible and amazing and handsome/beautiful the incredibly diverse range of butchness there is and how many actual genders are encompassed by butch.. I don't know how much i trust you ngl id side eye you at the proverbial gay picnics
To me butchness reinvents what it means to be a woman or to be non woman or non man even. To me I'm playing 3 separate games of transgender 6d chess. There isn't a reason for that it just sounds funny. I just AM. Its autonomy. Its love. Its revolution. Can you please feel something with me? The algorithm does not love it only seeks to validate the status quo and by default cant see more than the most superficial things and divide and hide and splice its cold inhuman unfeeling surreal calculated. It can only present you with non things made up of all the non things it has decided are worth selling.
I want dirt. I want slime. Human. Blood. I want to writhe and revel in the things it said are too disgusting and gross to be monetized. Real life is messy real people are messy. People can fuck up. People can fail. People can be bad just as much as they can be good. Every day we stumble forward on our feet, crawl on our hands and knees we all make our way forward through life in whatever way we can, if you can see if you can feel if you can breathe whatever that means to you. Love. There is more out there. Life extends itself, ever outward and onward forever tracing its circles and making its patterns dripping and spilling over its worn paths and troughs. People are real.
(My brain is turning into colors now bc its 1am)
