Lesbian Subaru ads from the mid 90s/early 2000s
trying on a metaphor
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Origami Around
Three Goblin Art
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Andulka
Keni
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Show & Tell
art blog(derogatory)
NASA

shark vs the universe
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Claire Keane
Peter Solarz

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Lesbian Subaru ads from the mid 90s/early 2000s
(butch) dogs playing poker
The Giver wallpaper
Spending the weekend in Chicago and finally being immersed in true Queer culture for the first time has been healing in a way I cannot properly articulate.
For those of you who don't know, I come from an incredibly rural part of the Midwest, where I am the sole visible lesbian in my community. I spend a lot of my time hiding my identity (I lovingly call it "femming it up") or explaining my identity to those who are brave enough to relay their curiosity. Either way, it's rare that I get to exist as my full, authentic Butch self.
Last night I went to a karaoke bar and spent time with some older lesbians. I cannot even begin to explain how rewarding that experience was. Feeling loved, accepted, and understood for the first time in my life. Even if it was just over a couple beers and "Sweet Caroline", it made me fully conceptualize how important having Queer community is.
If you can, I encourage you to immerse yourself in whatever local Queer scene you find yourself in. For those of us who lack Queer people (especially elder Queers) in our lives, know that they are out there, and they cannot wait to meet you. You are never as alone or isolated as you may feel.
I look forward to the day that I am able to live my authentic life, free from questions and judgement and small-town expectations. I know that day will come very soon.
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are you at all interested in chatting/casual flirting but exclusive kinda? like not a relationship commitment but some fun flirting with a femme? just getting a feel for what your blog is aboutš„°š«¶š»
I'm not opposed to chatting! Shoot me a message and we can feel things out!
femme lesbians with fucked up makeup!! femme lesbians in sweatpants and messy hair!! femme lesbians that spend most days working a minimum wage job or smoking pot!! femme lesbians wearing jeans and a t shirt!!
femme lesbians are not all coquette pink princesses and i feel like thatās all i see on social media these days.. make some noise for messy femme lesbians with messy lives!!
do u guys fw femmes ? femmes who dont wear long nails ? femmes who dont dress like 1940s housewives ? femmes that arent dolled up 24/7 ? femmes with body hair ? alternative femmes ? do u guys fw femmes ?
Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in grandmas florals and a vintage cut. Smelling like thrift stores and books and dried flowers.
Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the macarbe. Art filled red with blood, and wardrobe filled black and silver. Jars of bones and hair and herbs.
Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in nature's song. The howl of the wind. The bold heat of the sun on their skin, and the smell of eucalyptus and petrichor.
Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the sweat on their brow and the strength of their lift. The rush of adrenaline and endorphins. The beauty in their form and focus.
Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the tap of their heels on tiles. The way their voice commands a room. Warm printer ink, signature signed.
Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the paint on your apron and the beadwork your mother taught you. The songs you made up with your cousins over your childhood summers will be the lullabies your children fall asleep to.
Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the layer of fat on top of your soup, the bubbling of yeast and the smell of onion, garlic, and rosemary.
Here's who the femmes who's expression lies in the strum of the bass and the bang of the drum. Grimey venues with sticky floors, full of screaming, sweat, and fiery passion.
Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in decedant fabrics galore. Velvets and satins and ruffles and lace. Rhinestones and ribbons. Leather and linens.
Here's to femmes whose expression lies in enjoying the simplicities of life. The smell of the jasmine tree on the walk home from book club. The changing of the leaves. The way their barista knows them by name.
Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in comfort and care. The softness they've carved for themselves. Matching pajamas and mismatched socks. Home is where the heart is, and where goldilocks finds her "just right."
Pulling a butch in by their belt loops so I can kiss them and tell them theyāre handsome
some new buttons i made for an event i vended at! leftovers for sale here šāļø
Helloooo I am backā like, fully!
Please enjoy a little self indulgent doodle as I get back in the saddle (mechanic butch forgot her lunch, and her femme sweetheart brought it to her at the shop. Thinking about following this one up with some, ahā¦lunch break fun :3)
Got new nail polish for my wife for autumn and she was so excited to paint her nails she totally forgot she needed to shower.
Cut to Me, in just my boxers, standing in the shower but outside the spray of water. There's a very beautiful silly woman in front of me, standing buck naked with her hands held over her head (away from the water). I wash her hair, scrub her down, do her skincare routine, protect her eyes from shampoo as I rinse it out, massage in her conditioner, rinse off her body, massage in her body oil, tilt her head back to rinse the conditioner. I hop out to grab a big fluffy white towel then come back to pat her dry. I carefully help her into her robe and then put her fancy moisturizer on her face.
And its only now, as she flosses her teeth with her "wet nails" that I remember the nail polish I bought her is that insta-dry stuff that dries completely in under 2 minutes
a butchfemme dynamic isnāt about the butch doing everything for the femme or vice versa⦠itās both of us looking at each other and saying āyou do so much for me, let me take care of youā and i think thatās so important to recognize. you shouldnāt be doing everything for your partner without them giving you everything in return. the ways you spoil each other might look completely different and thatās okay, but one person shouldnāt be carrying the brunt of the relationship. thatās not what being butchfemme means.
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