Pomegranate-Butch

She/They/He | AuDHD & Physically Disabled | 22 | Cowbutch

[butch-dog]

i love femmes so fucking much i fucking love yall sooo much i love watching femmes get ready and get dressed, i love listening to them talk about anything and everything, i love the eye rolls and the “you’re mean”’s when we both know you’re asking for it i love your confidence and passion for life and your hobbies and careers and interests & my entire existence is a love letter to femmes i really do love every single aspect of femmes & how much you affirm my identity and experience/existence as a butch counterpart and how you all love butches back in the same and different ways

[er3mo]

'you never read anymore, you used to love reading' and i have 200 safari tabs open. it never stopped it just got weird

[kosmogrl]

"you need to let it go" that would be really cool, unfortunately I'll take it with me to the grave

[drops-of-universe]

Your secret is safe with me (i dissociated mid sentence and didn’t hear a thing you said)

[grimoiresheart]

nothing will ever put into words how beautiful, rich and complex the history of butches and femmes is. the way these identities encapsulate the nuance of dyke gender, affection and the inherent longing to be seen - truly seen for who we are, in a world that often times, seems to have forgotten us.

thinking of those who came before us, how the ofos butches would curl a cigarette in their hands, and watch a femme from across the bar with long nails tap her glass, in anticipation of that one moment that tells them both it was all worth it. the gentle smearing of lipstick, the confidence from straightening out a tie. we have always performed for one another, and known each other far beyond the capability or understanding of anyone outside of our community.

i long to see the theatrics, the drawn out gazes filled with the possibilty of something more. the love letters adorned with perfume and spring violets, a gentle hand finding its way underneath the hem of a worn out vest. i long to love and be loved in the only way that we have ever known, with unbridled fervor spilling out at the edges, with the intimacy found beside candlelight and intertwined between satin sheets. the promise that we will always find each other.