MORE REPRESENTATION FOR BUTCHES AND STUDS OF COLOR

how tall are you??

In Americans? 5 foot 8? Maybe taller? I'm bad at measuring my height, never been good at it. In normal people's? Dunno, I'm bad at maths, too.

Things I'd do if I actually had a girlfriend: part I think 21? I do not care

Once again, tis peak yearning hours, and my gay ass has been vibing so!

Poetry! I've been doing some recently, mostly gay and yearning, and maybe a little sad. but I could write little short things, on sticky notes or a coffee cup, not big or flashy, but quite and there, fleeting in its existence

More carving! I know I've listed this before, but I've been getting more skilled, and I got more knives, so maybe we could carve something together? Matching foxes? Any animal really. I've got supplies, could make them into ornaments or backpack accessories

Let us walk, through the trails for hours, for no reason other than we can. I'll bring something to drink if you bring a snack? Mum said we could join them on the family walk on Thursday, if you're free? It's not much, but there's some really cool moss

I love baking, but half the time I don't really want to eat it much, even if it's delicious. I could bake for you?

A femme/butch picnic in the middle heat of summer.

Femmes gathered on the picnic rugs, feet in the grass, wine in hand.

Their boys bare foot in the grass, tossing a football, tackling each other into the turf, butch tummies, butch muscles, butches sweating in the sun. T-shirts being pulled up to wipe faces, showing off butch skin caressed by sweat.

Femmes giggling over their boys, marking their territory, whispers of “I love her arms” or “your boyfriend looks so good under this sun”.

The two groups mixing finally over food, butches putting gentle hands on the backs of their femmes, femmes scratching their acrylics softly and absentmindedly against the nape of their boy’s necks. A femme sitting in her butches lap, the sun beating down, feeling arms around her waist and a stiffness against her.

And after lunch, bodies in the lake, splashing, nude, and understood.

Guys! I have unlocked the secret to meeting other queer women in public!

I started wearing rings, bracelets, eyeliner and mascara more often, and I HAVE BEEN SMILED AT AND FLIRTED WITH X100 MORE THAN NORMAL (no exaggeration). This works with femme clothing and masc clothing.

Guys 😫 I may not be single to entertain these women, but this is useful information!! And none of the rings/bracelets I’ve worn have had rainbows (helpful for those of us who aren’t out/don’t want to wear rainbows).

Things I'd do for my theoretical girlfriend: part 20, probably, but its kinda depressing so tw for that ig?

Brain just went "hey, what if u did this bc u dont know how to handle people OR feelings" and then proceeded to static screen for a solid 5 minutes. Welp.

Write low-key romantic shit, either as texts or little notes I drop where she'll find it, then proceed to ignore that they exist and ignore any attempts to acknowledge them or me

Never outright say "I love you" or anything too closely similar, but it lives in the odd parts of me that live for her. In the food I brought her even though I'm dead tired and just want to pass out for a week, in the stupid little late night conversations that I treat as if it were a hard discussion of universal importance, in the little notes and letters, the hours spent on projects made for her

Give gifts and time and affection and service, but immediately back away if acknowledged too much bc I don't know how to deal with people acknowledging me without feeling like I wanna peel off my skin and hide in the dark

Rub her back and give her a hug when she's sad, bc I don't understand people and I don't understand feelings and I never understand what to say or why, but I can be here, I'm pretty good at that ig

Shal and skadi

based off this tweet lol

A lesbian couple were smoking weed together.

One was a high femme, the other was a stoned butch.

Things I'd do for a cute girl: part 19 I think

At this point, I have no clue how long this series is, but we're getting closer and closer to that time of year when a jolly old white fat man with a beard breaks into the homes of all those who believe in his existence, so have some winter themed yearning!

Eggnogity. I make my own riff off the 1800s eggnog, absolute killer, delicious, 10/10 would make it for my girl if I had a girlfriend. No dairy baby? No problem, my family got dairy problems too, and I'm not always a big dairy fan, so I came up with alternatives

Carving a Santa head for my mum, why don't I carve you something too? We can string it, hang it up on the tree. There's some paint and sealer in my room, if you wanna come over and paint it once it's finished

It's sweater season, so I'm busting them all out, and the thick lined flannels too. If you wanna nick a couple, go nuts cause ive got 10, just save me 2 for work because the ride there is freezing. No, no you cannot steal the last sweater, work darling, work, I will be cold

What's your favourite kind of cookie? I love baking, but I usually do a good bit more come the season of all things frosty, so gimme a couple requests and I'll work my magic to leave you with a cookie for every time you're craving it. Cranberry Orange shortbread dipped in chocolate? Cinnamon and almond sugar cookie? Maple and walnut? Say the word, dough is in the freezer

Tea, tea, and more tea. I'm coming to see you in the morning? I brought breakfast and some lovely tea, oh thank you for the kiss. Oh you've been working hard, rest this evening, I'll put on the kettle for us, make something to eat before I go to work, too

For the people I love, who love me, who are glue and cardstock in the messy pages that make up the book of my life, I will absolutely try to make presents memorable or meaningful, meaning I will get you merch for the thing you love, merch you didn't even know about! I will get you stocking stuffers for small, inexpensive things I know you love and want or need, but never buy them for yourself, like the hard to find candies from another country, or the pair of socks you've been putting off going to the shops for. I will put a sweet and a drink in your gifts, so at the end of the day, we can sit down and enjoy the evening together

Singing the most fucked up versions of christmas songs together (but you can sing the proper songs with my mum, she'd love that)

your fingers have been slowly, slowly, steadily pumping into your friend’s pussy, from where you’re cuddled up together on the couch, and then pulling back out with a wet sound, for over thirty minutes. you’ve been watching the clock, out of the corner of your eye, as she watches the movie. her eyes are already half-lidded and closed, her head pillowed back against the cushions. she looks like she’s going to fall asleep, any minute now.

when she showed up at your house at thirty minutes to midnight, eyes wild with desperation, you didn’t know what to expect. but when she asked you to please help her orgasm, as she’s been trying but it hasn’t been working from this angle, you hardly had to think before saying yes. she beamed, stripping off her shorts and then sliding off her panties, before climbing onto your couch, spouting thank you after thank you, and pulling you on top of her (still fully clothed) to make out.

you tried to take it slow, ease into this in case she changed her mind, but she was whimpering soon enough, rocking her hips up into yours, squeezing a hand between your bellies to wildly fuck herself. and then you had to take mercy, gently prying her wrist away before starting to finger her yourself. the little stutter in her breath when you first squeezed one all the way in was made of pure sin, but the little panting moans were worse. or better. you remembered how quick she had been, pumping her fingers in like there’d never come a second chance, and decided to go slow. it paid off.

thirty minutes later now, here you were, watching her fall asleep. your friend was half-naked under you on your couch, hands idly gripping onto your biceps, having orgasmed within an inch of her life not ten minutes ago. your hand was still covered in cum. she had been euphoric, shining with sweat and screaming out shaky fucks, rocking wildly in the heat of her orgasm as you kept fingering her. shit, it was so hot. she was so hot. and now here she was, proving that she trusted you enough to fall asleep.

…fuck. you’re going to end up asking her out, aren’t you?

well, you think, at least she’s probably into girls.

cute girl at the hardware store once complimented my work boots and being the dumbest butch in a 50mi radius i said thanks and started talking about steel toes vs composites and how most womens sizes only have compsite toes but usually you need to replace those after every incident so steel toes are superior however composites are lighter and more flexible but if youre welding you need met guards anyway and she politely fled. hazards of hardware store flirting: might hit the special interest button

if you had done that to me i would have followed you to your car like a lost dog jsyk

monster that doesn’t know that it’s a monster because it’s never seen its own reflection, doesn’t understand why it’s feared. lonely creature only trying to love and be loved but it’s clumsy and doesn’t realize its power, doesn’t know it’s different. why don’t you love me. why are you scared of me. i’m just like you

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something that i really like about blue eye samurai, now that im thinking about it, is that it discusses violence against women without becoming torture porn. like, in a lot of media that portrays women's issues, they show you that scene. like they give you this extended visual of a woman experiencing something traumatic and then laud themselves as feminist for doing so.

blue eye samurai doesn't do that. the whole show is set in a world that is extremely antagonistic toward women, and it makes a point to tell you that being a woman right now sucks, because they are property and are used sexually. but even though it doesn't shy away from this, it doesn't show you the violence itself, which you would almost expect it to because of how graphic the rest of the show is.

im thinking specifically of kinuyo. they very well could have shown us a scene of her being abused, but they didn't. they didn't show the abuse itself, but they did show how it affected her. they showed her seeing a doctor for her sores. they could have made this incredibly traumatic and grotesque scene a spectacle, showing us exactly how powerless she is and how powerful he is. they could have shown us this incredibly triggering event in full detail for our entertainment, but they didn't. they chose not to. and i think that's how it should be.

it is not necessary to have an extended visual and auditory reenactment of violence against women. we the audience understood the gravity of the situation and were able to empathize without needing that scene. having that scene would have completely detracted from the point they are trying to make. it would have turned something completely reprehensible that women everywhere fear because it's a very real issue into entertainment.

Y’ever read something and have understanding that has eluded you interminably suddenly stop, curl up, and snuggle neatly into a fold in your brain because a new way way opened to it?