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@iluvdykes
*holds your hand while i give you head*
"There is a kind of connection that I sometimes have, with certain people, a way of trust that only comes with people who have what I always think of as a butch heart. That's not quite right. Some of them don't identify as butches; some, in fact, hardly identify as anything even in the same zip code. But's it's a very boy way of being bigger than, a sturdy and quiet way, taking care of everyone around you as best you can, always trying to fix it, always stepping up to do the crap job that gets no recognition, and also of being so gentle, so generous, so nonjudgemental of other people, believing that they are doing their best.
Is that sexist? I don't mean it to be. I mean to describe this way of some masculine things, so different in its energy from other ways of caretaking. In Yiddish, this is referred to as being a mensch, which also means a man. There's a part of me thatr wishes I could separate it entirely from gender, and another part which sees it as exactly right that this is gendered, that there are ways of butchness that are composed of the best of masculinity and leave all of its borrish excesses behind.
But I met this butch, a handsome writing with a toughness about him that I recognized as the result of his life for the forty-six years before he and I crossed paths, a toughness that even still showed an underlying playfulness. That he had been able to keep that place alive and tender in the hardness of life made him light up my eyes as someone who would know some of the things I knew, someone who would honor the same places in me, and we started talking. Talking turned into flirting, and flirting turned into intention. We made a date to spend an evening together seeing what our combined toughness and playfulness might mean when we took our clothes off, a kind of old-style faggot good time without a lot of expectation about who might or would do what, to or for whom.''
"Laying Down with A Butch” Butch is a Noun essays by S. Bear Bergman (2006)
In another life I would have loved to poison the abusive husbands of the women in my village
cum on clothes
there’s something very cute about spanking a pajamas girl while it holds onto a stuffed animal
its important to be a glasses girl
spooning that turns into you pinning me down onto my stomach and grinding and humping against my ass <3
everything is butchfemme for those with eyes to see
Butchness is not separate from femininity.
Butch and femme are political identities. I see a lot of posts that celebrate femmes who don't present the way society wants them to or says they should because of the label they use. I love the femmes who don't adhere to the made up rules that society has created.
But I also love the butches who do the same.
Butches, your butchness is not defined by how masculine you are. If you wear a dress, then you are simply a butch in a dress. If you like to wear high heels, then you are one tall fucking butch in those heels. Your identity is not defined by how masculinely you present at every given moment. I am just as butch when my femme is baby talking me or when I'm whiny because I have a cold. I am butch in every moment of my life, no matter what, because that is my gender and my identity.
You do not lose your butchness in the moments where you do not feel masculine. If anything, you are even more butch because you are rejecting the status quo of gender. Butch and femme are gender identities in which the dykes who identify with them do not express gender "properly." The way gender is dictated is not something these identities follow.
Butches have historically been ostracized for their masculinity, and that destroys me because it feels as if so many of us are now afraid to rejoice in anything deemed remotely ‘feminine’.
For so long I was fearful of what being ‘non-masculine’ would mean in regards to my gender. But guess what? It means nothing. It means I am butch and I enjoy the colour pink sometimes, and that I love littlest pet shop.
Your femininity does not make you less butch, and your masculinity does not make you more butch.
You are just butch.
can i email you
you want me pregnant