MASCQUEER4GIRLTHING OR MASCQUEER GIRLTHING LOVER OR ULINIMPUEM (I couldn't pick one :3c)
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this term is for a queer who is masc in any way (transmasc, trans male, presentation, gnc masc, etc) who is attracted to girl things in any way. girlthings meaning anybody who identifies in any sort of feminine way.
entirely free to use , repost ok with explicit credits (narcovitch on tumblr , stridersys on pinterest)
Charles Erskine Scott Wood
from The Poet in the Desert
<<Cycle Funds:20000; Harvest Reported:15000>>
<<***>>
Behold the signs of the Desert;
A buzzard, afloat on airy seas,
Alone, between the two immensities, as I am alone between two immensities;
A juniper-tree on a rocky hillside;
A dark signal from afar off, where the weary may rest in the shade;
A monastery for the flocks of little birds which by night hurry across the Desert and hide in the heat of the day;
A basaltic-cliff, embroidered with lichens and illuminated by the sun, orange and yellow,
The work of a great painter, careless in the splash of his brush.
In its shadow lie timid antelope, which flit through the sage-brush and are gone;
But easily they become fearless unto love.
The sea of sage-brush, breaking against the purple hills far away.
And the white alkali-flats which shimmer in the mirage as beautiful blue lakes, constantly retreating.
The mirage paints upon the sky, rivers with cool, willowy banks;
You can almost hear the lapping of the water,
But they flee mockingly, leaving the thirsty to perish.
I lie down upon the warm sand of the Desert and it seems to me Life has its mirages, also.
I sift the sand through my fingers.
Behold the signs of the Desert:
The stagnant water-hole, trampled with hoofs;
About it shine the white bones of those who came too late.
The whirling dust-pillar, waltz of Wind and Earth,
The dust carried up to the sky in the hot, furious arms of the wind, as I also am lifted up.
The glistening black wall of obsidian, where the wild tribes came to fashion their arrows, knives, spearheads.
The ground is strewn with the fragments, just as they dropped them, the strokes of the maker undimmed through the desperate years.
But the hunters have gone forever.
<<***>>
<<Notation::A. Hunt>>
...a cross between a hospital and a terrarium…
...farming poetry. A little messy, but I can do this…
...Eve thinks we should all get into Stacked Vertical Poetics – that seems too extreme, but I can clean up the farm and make the poetry more efficient…
...Luci doesn’t want to talk about the Water-Ghosts; no one wants to talk about why we’re here…
...I’m sorry I let you all down…
...I miss you…
<<***>>
Behold the signs of the Desert;
Buzzard floating on seas of airs,
Two vast immense empty nowheres;
Some tree breaking rocky hill stairs;
Darkly calling ‘come rest from cares’;
Birds’ roost, night falls, singing their prayers.
Lichen cliff-face illum’d yellow,
Some great painter far too mellow.
Casts a shadow o’er the below;
Deer and sagebrush welcome, hello.
Purple far hills, seas of sagebrush.
Shining salt-flats shimmer and rush
To paint the sky, hopeful, cool, lush;
Waters false and mirage specious,
Mocking parch'd and thirsty to crush.
Warm sand, Desert, lying here still,
Reflect that Life also will kill.
Behold the signs of the Desert:
Stagnant water, trampled hoof-mar;
White bones shining, too late, too far.
Whirling dust-dance, Wind and Earth scar,
Lifting me up, searing and char.
Black stone chipped to shape an arrow.
Maker’s skill made well and then now,
Gone the hunters, gone to barrow.
You needed someone to warm you up during winter.
I needed someone too.
But I endured it alone,
Hoping my solitude was enough warmth
To let you know that you weren't enduring it alone.
Turns out it wasn't enough,
Like my presence was never enough,
When we still used to keep each other warm.
I am a girl, a girly girl and I go 'la la la la' in the shower, and in public too, I like to prance around like a show pony because that's who I am #true
I am a girl who goes through hardships, that makes me a girly girl thing #girlthings #girlboss
I am a girl who has girly thoughts as well If you didn't already know
WARNINGS!: mf you aint even reading this shit dont even
You’ve always tried distancing yourself from people outside your friend group, however, when attention is on you, you tend to act like its your natural habitat. Even when your at the brink of - pissing yourself, breaking down in a gut wrenching breakdown, killing yourself leaving.
And let’s just say boy’s are one of your biggest fears, don’t even mention when they are in a group, gosh, you just murmur under your breath, a silent prayer whether you believe or not…
Alcohol, drugs, smoking…listen you aren’t a pussy but you just simply decline usually when any of the three are offered to you, and it’s definitely not cus your scared.
If you even stepped a centimetre within the area of your crush chances are you would loose your shit and blush hysterically, one time you almost passed out, and let me tell you, your friends do not put that past you.
“what am I even doing here” you murmur to yourself at the ridiculously ridiculous situation you are in. Can you blame yourself though? I mean, if you weren’t sitting on large ass, crimson red brick, staring at the abandoned deteriorating building with glass shards speckled amongst the sweaty, dancing people which stunk with a pungent odour of weed and bitter alcohol, strike number one,you would have been facing major remarks from your friend group.
Scurrying to a more closed-off space, the melancholy symphonies evaporating within the orchestra of voices either singing, making out or doing what the f*ck ever. You dont care. Never really have.
As your eyes search the dark sector which only was getting engulfed by the frat boys being provocative and total dumbasses, strike number two, you curse under your breath which was followed by a fog due to the freezing temperatures and how exposed the building came to be.
It was a 40 minute ride from campus, something you normally couldn’t put up with, nor would your friends in reality, but if they’re boyfriends did? They did too…meaning you’d be the last one out and no-one wants that, so you ,reluctantly, join them. Immediately regretting it when you saw the building, frankly it was creepy, had multiple floors and you needed to really squint you eyes to see it was a hospital. And it was pitch dark.
The sound of your pulse may be heard when your nervous, and you’re here to volunteer as a tribute and agree with that dilemma given the circumstances of the situation you have voluntarily put yourself in.
As your walking around trying to make it seem like your not hysterically going to breakdown in tears of you dont find your friends because thats super embarrassing like a lost puppy you cant help but feel pissed at your friends, one for leaving you and another for having toxic ass boyfriends that dont know how to communicate for shit.
A scoff escaped your lips in which your bottom lip was caught between your teeth in a way of dangerous comfort, due to the fact you can taste the metallic bitterness of your blood flushed against your tongue. Suddenly, reminding you of saltburn and you cant help but grimac-
Ayo, what the fu-
Your head darts to the person who rudely interrupted your reminiscent reminder of saltburn by shoving past you with a harsh tone.
And then You see Her.
The girl who raves off of attention, feeding off it, craving for it, addicted to it.
The girl who pays no mind to groups of boys, frat boys, any boys.
The girl who dreads life when a single day passes by without drugs, alcohol or a quick smoke. She never misses on the opportunity, gosh, shed be the one offering.
Your opposite
Your enemy
Your reason for hating college
Ellie Williams
Her harsh scowl interrupts your brain from processing a response, her auburn hair tied into her iconic half-up-half-down which makes you cream lowk annoyed.
“What the f*ck?” You say with a glare that could only be gifted to Ellie Williams.
“not my f*ckin fault your dumbass was in the way” you swear its almost like she has these interactions preplanned in her head because of how quick she always is to reply.
Either way, you cant deny Ellie is totally having you cream piss in your pants right now. The way she stands in front of you with her dark blue skinny jeans and her stupid grey hoodie, she looks like a hobo but pulls it off because her face was gifted.
Her forest green eyes stare into my pigmented ones, shes waiting for my response, and so are a few people near us…
“You know damn well i wasnt in your way Ellie” Is the only way you can fend or even muster up for yourself in this given moment, your heart doing palpitations, hands shaking but folded beneath your chest.
Ellie chuckles, she never backs down and she sure as hell won’t start doing that now, even with her toying with the fabric of her sleeve.
She’s always right, after all.
“Coulda fooled me.”
You roll your eyes, isn’t she creative? “oh wow Ellie, your awfully funny today, want a cookie?”
gosh she just made your blood boil.
She always knew how to get under your skin
“Yeah sure, snickerdoodle sounds good. So thanks.” you don’t even have to look at her to see her smile you could practically sense it, she enjoys these back and forths you guys have.
To tell the truth, you do too.
Doing the smart thing, and totally not because your scared since attention is on both of you and the music is starting to die down you walk away…well I say that but people are quick to block your so called path.
And Ellie grasps your arms before you could even think to push them away.
“Oh wow, running away already? What happened to the girl who would stay and deal with all of my snarky comments.” The feeling of her hand on your forearm sends my neurons crazy, you feel a blush rising up your cheeks.
And why the f*ck is everyone looking at us right now?
You can't help but feel the world freeze for a second, adrenaline too hard to cope, anger through the roof.
And everyone looking at us, the frat boys, the unholy aroma engulfing my nostrils.
Strike number three
Ellie immediately retracts her hand from my arm and her skilled hand hovers over the stinging feeling, which found itself on her left cheek.
Your action was like gasoline pouring on a bonfire, your slap enough to make Ellie's rage burst into a roaring flame.
“You f*cking c*nt” the auburn haired girl spews, her eyes starring daggers at you as her eyes quick gloss at the arrangement of people surrounding the two of you.
And with rapid pace you take the hint that thats your cue to leave another one of your problems…only this one cant be ran from.
“sh*t-sh*t-sh*t-sh*t-sh*t-sh*t-sh*t-sh*t” Is all that escapes your slightly parted lips as heavy breathing almost conceals your profanity whilst strands of hair undone from your ponytail, beads of sweat trickling down your temples. Hurriedly, trying to squeeze through the people towards the parking lot.
The pang in your chest, your heartbeat, so loud Ellie could hear from across the perimeter of the parking lot. Before you could even reach the bustop you feel a firm hand grasp ur arm, so tightly that zinc could feel malleable. You feel your eyes widen and your breath runs shaky.
Looking down, seeing the veiny, bony, tatted hand on your arm you could only guess..no..know this was Ellies hand. However, before you had any time to react her voice roars into your ears and you groan audibly making her spit profanity’s at you left and right like it was her job.
“You fucking bitch!”
“Slut!”
Jeez…wont she ever shut the fuck up…you thought?
Ellies eyebrows twitched, her slit becoming more defined, her eyes narrowed. Dangerous silence engulfed the air making you choke.
“The fuck did you just say?”.
You so fucked up, you internally curse yourself for a mistake like thinking out loud.
Pause, why is she looking at you like that…or why does the moon make her freckles so evident, her eyes mesmerising, her lips softer? The subtle shine of the moon making her attractive. No but why is she inching closer?
Why are you inching closer?
As her eyes stare into yours, she dosent have to say anything, Ellie’s eyes are hungry for you, shes hungry for you.
Her soft lips graze yours
Her eyes close
Her unstable breathing
She, you, kiss. A desperate kiss, a needy one its perfect. You both become one flesh, the auburns girls hands grip your waist as if your gonna leave her, you find your arms slithering around her cold neck as the sound of you guys making out cancels out the frat music, your heart beats syncing. Both of your breaths so hot, panting, trying to salvage the kiss before you pull away to catch your breath.
“Breathe, baby” you both have a moment of staring at each other, the air becoming hot. She grabs you into her arms again. Taking you as hers, your lips smashing with hers again. Only thing different is that, this time her hands roam around your body, touching you oh so desperately. It seems as if shes guiding you somewhere, suddenly, you hear her keys jingling, a car unlocking.
A car door opening.
Ellie pushes you into the backseat of her car, harshly before slamming the door behind her and her emerald eyes catch you in a trance of consent and you nod.
“I need you so bad Ellie…fuck”
“oh yeah?” her lips curl into that stupid smirk.
“yeah baby” you breathe out.
“show me how much you need me then”
And thats all you needed, your fingers find their way to ur clothed cunt, the area wet with ecstasy. You can feel her eyes tracing every one of your movements.
“so wet already? Didnt even need to touch you babe, huh?” Ellies hot breath sends chills through you as you arch your back at the sensation of your fingers rubbing circles on your panties, growing wetter, needier.
She looks up at you, her brow arched as your spread legs close.
“Why’d you stop baby?” she says before realising your shaking too much your fingers cant find the right rhythm on your clit to pleasure you. She chuckles, finding your humiliation comedic.
“Tell me what you want” you tuck a strand of her soft hair behind her ear.
“use your words” She grabs your wrist to stop you from guiding her fingers.
“I need you ell’s, your fingers, your tongue” you huff out.
Ellie smirks, dipping her head in between your thighs, making you subconsciously spread. Her lips grazing the inside of your thighs, kissing them occasionally before she spreads you wider with her fingers emitting a light sigh from you.
As her tongue makes contact with your clit, she skill fully flicks as if shes done this a hundred times before which…wouldnt be too far off (you dont hope). Your hips buckle as she increases the pressure of her tongue on your swollen clit, the darkened car filled with the noise of your wetness and your moans.
Before you knew it, she was inside of you. Increasing the speed. “Taking me so well, hm baby? Such a good girl” .
