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I love being friends with prostitutes and transsexuals and artists and drug dealers and perverts and queers
If you're ever feeling like the jingle of the keys on your carabiner is too loud, like you need to tuck it away in your pocket, tell me - would you rid a cat of its meow? A dog of its bark? No? Well, there you go! Let the call of the dyke jingle for all to hear!
Why are lesbians always fat
Because when we are little baby dykes we see a beautiful fat woman and think "wow I want to be like her one day!" and then we grow up and become beautiful fat lesbians. Hope this helps answer your question!
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."
I think it's not only our right, but our moral imperative as butches, to try to bring this look back into fashion.
Femmes tapping their nails on the table elicits a reaction very similar to a dog hearing a treat bag shake.
Girls love me for my butch swagger and the way avian creatures feel safety in my presence.
Stone femmes, I love you.
Sex with you is whole and beautiful. Don't for one second think otherwise. Being with you isn't a sacrifice. It isn't some agreement to be okay with half an experience. It is an entire, beautiful, versatile experience in it's own right. Fulfilling, exciting, and pleasurable for the both of us. You are perfect, you are desirable, and you are anything but selfish.
The idea of stone bottoms not "giving", tsk! I have never heard of a stone bottom who doesn't "give" endlessly. Having boundaries around certain activities during sex doesn't change all of the wonderful, intimate acts of pleasure, love, and effort that stone bottoms can (and do) give, inside and outside of the bedroom.
I love you, stone bottoms! You are safety, you are home.