I want to lay my head in my butches lap while they play with my hair and I just ramble about something I’m passionate about for hours.

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I want to lay my head in my butches lap while they play with my hair and I just ramble about something I’m passionate about for hours.
gorgeous, brilliant women who cannot keep anything to themselves. who are extremely allergic to mystery. who cannot leave a single thing to the imagination.
Im so glad to have a community of femme and butch friends to talk to. In the real world the queer spaces I have don’t consist of lesbians or don’t care enough about these kinds of labels. I’ve always had so much to say about how being a lesbian is big part of myself, how living with this label has shaped and affected me, how I’m captivated by the community, by the history, by the people in it but I was always met with annoyance and disconnection. I felt alone, but as I keep this blog, sharing all my thoughts and feelings I’ve been able to interact with people who make me feel like I matter, that my thoughts are important.
They wanna yapper femme till I talk for hours and write 2 pages worth of opinions on something.
I appreciate people that let me talk but I like it even more when they make me feel like I’m not talking to myself.
You ever genuinely feel so unlovable because of how all the people around treat you.
I may be a yapper but there are moments when I don’t want to do the talking, sometimes I just wanna hear people’s thoughts and listen.
When I have no idea what to say so I just start yapping about myself.