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[bvtchdom]

Trying to harass my wife into sending me titty pics at work

[bvtchdom]

in the mood to hold my femme down over the edge of the sofa and fuck them until they're crying

[bvtchdom]

The knotted dildo I bought to use on my femme gets here today

[bvtchdom]

I have such a trophy femme that it's hard not to brag

[bvtchdom]

There's a sort of odd pain in butch existence that I don't think gets expanded upon very often on tumblr because of how generally messy and difficult it is to talk about, but I've been feeling it a lot lately and I think it's worth exploring.

The sharp chasm that exists between being desired and being an object. Butches are frequently sexualized as tools for achieving orgasm, but we often don't feel desired. Frequently I find myself entirely sexless, my body foreign and Othered. It seems untouchable. Like there's a pane of glass between myself and others. I take up too much space, my body isn't neat or orderly. It isn't made up of clean lines and being on T has only made those lines stranger. I'm not sure how to express what exactly it is that I'm feeling. I'll come back to this later with more.

[bvtchdom]

my femme put on their new corset for the first time and it's effectively crashed my entire day

[writingdysfunction]

I'm recommitting to my 3 habits. Tomorrow marks the first day. Self care, process, and product. 10 minutes each.

[bvtchdom]

Got a new pack n play, merry Christmas to me