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@sapphoscloset
chromosomes? no sorry i use firefox
“If the word for you is butch, remember, your history is one of strength and survival, and it is largely silent. Do not hide this word under your tongue. Do not whisper it or sweep it under the basement stairs. Let it fill up your chest and widen your shoulders. Wear it like a sleeve tattoo, like a medal of valour.
Learn to recognize other butches for what they really are: your people. Your brothers or your sisters. Both are just words that mean family. Other butches are not your competition, they are your comrades. Be there when they need you. Go fishing together. Help each other move. Polish your rims or your chrome or your boots together. See these acts for what they really are: solidarity.”
-Ivan Coyote, A Butch Roadmap
bombo.love
@shhlomotion et @barryxco
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here you go, folks, sapphic fiction books , enjoy
here's the link to lesbian history books, gender books, feminism and intersectionality etc
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she let me hit because i care for all creatures in the forest great and small
vulpetrope | konbini snacks and drinks based on pokemon
pretty femmes deserve forehead kisses and good strap
tramp stamp that says "are you mad at me?"
gay?
Yes my liege. Trans also.
very well. let them in.
I know I’m not alone, I know that. I know there are dozens of Stone butches out there, and there have been dozens more before, all just like me. Someone has walked where I’m walking now, how else would there be this path to take? How else would I know the word, if someone else hadn’t said it first?
I just wish it weren’t such a lonely word. I have such a spectacular queer family, every stripe on the flag working together to tend, to hold, to mend. All of them are wonderful, and none of them had even heard of Stone before they met me. I wish that weren’t the case.
I struggle to reconcile the Stone community that I know must exist with the isolation that I experience. I struggle to talk about this in any meaningful online Stone spaces I’m a part of. (I’ve drafted this post and its lookalikes at least a dozen times.) I feel an obligation, since there are so few places for us, to be unstoppably proud of my identity. To be a force for fellow Stones, and to only write about Stones being respected, loved, and happy. To prove to myself and others in my stories that a happy life is possible for us.
Someone else has walked the path before me, and everything I write clears the brush a little more for the next traveler. For now, my Stone butch brotherhoods exist only in books. I read about their histories, and I feel like I could know them. They were like I am, a long time ago. Surely, there must be others even now. Surely I’m not the only one.
I wish more existed for me than this placating reassurance that brotherhood exists ‘elsewhere’. I wish my options weren’t to look backwards, or to charge forward alone. I know we must be somewhere. I know I’m not the only one. I keep my head down and try not to be irrational. Calm down, you’re not alone. Be reasonable, you know there are other Stones somewhere. Somewhere. There must be.
Collection of Pressed Flowers ❀
by George Marr (1917)
These pressed flowers were collected by George Marr whilst serving as a soldier in Salonika, Greece, during the First World War.
Namio Harukawa
its like the old saying goes: "jack off all trades, masturbate nuns" or somethingg likethat
I love hairy femmes and femmes that don’t wear makeup and femmes with messy hair and femmes that aren’t always traditionally feminine. femmes who are messy and loud and silly. femmes who talk shit and femmes who are intimidating but kind and sweet and femmes who aren’t afraid to speak their mind.