And I fell like The Morningstar

They/Them, 19, Taken, Some NSFW.

[goryhorroor]

horror women + smoking

[seobot]

[omtai]

they should invent a cigarette that gives you vitamins and hrt and shit

[infectiouspiss]

TESTOSTEROEN CIGARETTE BEING SMOKED BY A BUTCH DYKE OUTSIDE THE BAR SHE SHOTGUN THR SMOKE INTO MYMOUTH I GET SO HARD I PASS OUT SMASH MY HEAD AND DIE

[infectiouspiss]

sorry that was meant for the tags

[omtai]

it’s okay. You’ve painted a beautiful and true picture

[heatandmadness]

Inside me there are two wolves.

One is a man (Carmen Berzatto)

The other is a woman (Lisa Simpson)

At Noon they Merge like Crystal Gems.

THEY BECOME JOAN OF ARC

Then I burst into flames.

I use the flames to light the stove.

Gotta make The Family Meal.

So we won't go to Sleep Hungry.

[segamascott]

[capyyybaraaa]

[heatandmadness]

Thinking of all the gore and passion that's in my ribs.

[heatandmadness]

Boys, I know I am not a terrible person I just have not yet learned how to surrender to the currents of The Vibe.

[heatandmadness]

Boys, am I the antichrist?

My girlfriend called me a backseat cook.

[enki2]

[the-venus-sandpiper]

Apollonia Saintclair

[kermitlesbian]

[katieaki]

I’m afraid that when I say “my butch,” people, especially straight people, are hearing “my daddy.” That’s fine for many. But when I say “my butch”, what I mean is:

[m1dori-eyes]

The butch even has #mytwig

[evilscientist3]

Marx and Engels talked a big talk, but they failed to ever consider that after abolishing the family, we'd have to rename Family Guy to something else

[reefsharkivist]

um clearly you haven’t read theory

[dykearchiving]

1. Lori and Valerie

2. Markie

3. Jane

Eye to eye: Portraits of lesbians by Joan E. Biren

[theorangepdf]

THERE IS STILL TIME giovanni's room, brokeback mountain, i saw the tv glow

[humanoidhistory]

David Cronenberg and James Woods on the set of Videodrome, 1983.

[fuddlyduddly]

"Woods found the stomach slit uncomfortable, and after a long day of wearing it, vented, 'I am not an actor anymore. I'm just the bearer of the slit!'"

[cowboy-heart]

'BUTCH MANIFESTO'

inspired by 'FEMME SHARK MANIFESTO' by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

(ID under cut)

Ko-Fi (Commissions Open!)

[ID: an original poem titled 'BUTCH MANIFESTO'. the stanzas are all on the left side of the page and lineated, except for the first line, and last stanza. Poem begins:

Listen up! Butches hold it down! We don’t spend hundreds of pounds on designer clothes and black and white tuxes – we shop off the charity shop rack, hand-me-downs from our bois, our men, our women. Butch is not a glamour word - Butch is not for the white collars in their 9-5 and their office parties, Butch is not for the woman in a police uniform with short cropped hair, Butch is not for the masc who looks down on our femmes, Butch is not for the dumbass white people who call themselves stud, like our people haven’t taken enough from black lesbians, Butch is not for the politician or the soldier, it’s for those of us who get shit done and don’t throw anyone under the bus; who stand between our loved ones and the white-knuckled fist; it’s for the people who take a breath of relief when they get home and get to lay their head on the shoulder of their baby and say, it’s hard, and I need you right now; it’s for those of us with hard-soled feet, worn by hours of standing, just so people can buy some useless shit on a Sunday. Butch is for the primary school teachers, the neighbour keeping your package safe, the hairstylist, the barber, the youth worker, the locked up, the sectioned, the evicted, the boy on the dole. Butches hold each other up, Butches stand up for communities, no matter how different we might be.

Butches stand up for Butches, because only we know the shit we face, we don’t argue over what butch looks like for someone - their struggle doesn’t counteract ours. We’re brothers, sisters, siblings, lovers, mentors, we don’t fight over femmes or fight each other. We help up our siblings who can’t hold themselves up and shouldn’t have to.

Butch is recognising our hurt, our pain, and making sure nobody has to go through that, in the very least not alone. Butch is not reproducing that hurt, butch isn’t the transfem exclusion, the toxicity, it’s driving our girls and boys to the abortion clinic, it’s holding your femme’s hair back over the toilet bowl, it’s telling your darlin’ to take a deep breath, before you poke the needle into her thigh, it’s holding back on punching the catcaller because you know it’ll put your lover in more danger, it’s fishing in your closet for an old, dusty dress for your questioning girl, it’s never calling the cops, it’s carrying the Narcan, it’s gathering the funds for bail, it’s tipping the waiter, it’s kissing the bruised chin of a fellow butch who’s built like a brick shithouse.

Butch is not all muscle, able-bodied, white Butch is not all skinny and androgynous Butch is care Butch is NURTURE. Butch is a cane and an unsteady step Butch is putting down the ramp Butch is wheeling up it Butch is addict Butch is straight-edge Butch is diaspora Butch is desi Butch is antiracist Butch is socialist Butch is punk Butch is black Butch is brown Butch is fat Butch is fat-loving Butch is mental illness Butch is antipsych Butch is autism Butch is trans Butch is anger Butch is tears Butch is grief Butch is the old bull Butch is the closeted kid in a dress Butch is the baby dyke wearing a rainbow flag cape Butch is smile lines Butch is crinkled eyes Butch is crying in your friend’s beat-up car Butch is foetal position Butch is pink Butch is motherhood Butch is fatherhood Butch is cat-dad Butch is fucking Butch is getting fucked Butch is stone Butch is bashful Butch is humble Butch is cocky Butch is proud Butch is single Butch is uneducated Butch is poet Butch is poetry Butch is council estate Butch is gentleness Butch is bones and spit and the soft curve of our lower backs the clenched jaw under a double chin the hard-eyes that any femme can see right through the estradiol the testosterone the carabiner clink the thick hands the cellulite the bloody pads the tampon string the mood swings the sagging tits the top surgery scars the swinging cock the hairy pussy the protruding t-dick the leather harness.

Butch is eternity Butch is sewn into the fabric of atoms Butch is love and solidarity Butch is never leaving anyone behind and never selling anyone out.

End poem. In the bottom right corner, the poet is signed as 'Ren H.' End ID].