I neeeed stoner friends who wanna be a lil gay about it. I will provide the weed if you wanna tease me for how cuddly and shy I get when I’m high. Maybe convince me to smoke a lil more than I do normally. Make fun of how I jump when you put your hand on my thigh. Notice my heart racing and my face getting red and slide your hand further. Hover your lips above mine. Maybe

not gonna sugarcoat it. getting smoked out and then having my dizzy little head yanked by a fistful of hair and my face shoved into her crotch so she can grind against my tongue and make fun of how dumb i look smeared with spit and her sweat and whining for her is pretty cool

My butch and I are both lesbians. We are, neither of us, men.

But I call him my boyfriend. I call him my boytoy, my boy, sir, Mr., guy. Cause this language makes him happy. It supports his gender and expression, and it makes him happy.

Butches of all flavors and types have been using he/him pronouns and masculine language forever. Butches have been called boy, guy, boyfriend. Butches have used "traditionally masculine" names like Mitch, Ed, Mac, Joe.

Cause guess what?

Language is fake! It's all made up! If it makes you happy, use it! Wanna call yourself "boy," even if you're not a man? Do it! Wanna be called "boyfriend," even if you're not a guy? Go for it!

butch4butch

At a pyjama party last year, I cut the sleeves off the top and wrote butch in old English font across the back :)

“pillow princesses don’t do anything in bed”

Uhhhh let me stop you right there - I’m literally pretty??? I’m literally being pretty in bed? 🙄

in love w non sexual intimacy, giving your butch a back massage before bed, washing/ helping cut or style their hair the way they like, slow dancing in the kitchen, cheek kisses and your head on their chest, long hugs and innocent pecks, making sure they have enough blanket and warmth. Making each other playlists of songs that have meaning for the other, to see inside their heart and soul. I love love.

I'm not a soft butch

I'm a Butch who is soft.

It is not my butchness that is soft it is how I treat the living things around me. It's how I take the edge off my voice, it's a gentle reassuring touch to the arm, it's carrying nuts and seeds in my bag for local wildlife and hairbands on my wrist for any overstimulated dyke who needs one. It's the way if I hear people being loud I won't complain instead celebrating their joy.

It's tears streaming down my face, hearty belly laughs to the sky and warm reassuring smiles to any passerby

concept: a bunch of femmes use me as their butch fucktoy. they tie my wrists and take turns grinding on my thighs and sitting on my face. call me a good boy for how well i take their straps/dicks in my mouth. then they make fun of how wet and needy they made me before they take turns using my holes until they’re satisfied.

Well kids it's time to go to work in the butch yaoi factory

The intimacy of getting high and learning what feels good is so sweet to me. Like yes. Let’s start smoking, then shotgun a bit. Then i watch you play some games. Maybe you lean a bit into me. Our sides pressed up against each other. My hand on the back of the couch brushing the back of your neck and squeezing every now and then to make u feel secure and good. We pause to smoke a bit more. Shotgunning turns into a testing kiss. Hands move to hold each other closer. My hand going around the back of their neck. Theirs gripping my hips to drag me closer. They pull me in by my belt loops and now I’m sitting on their lap grinding into them. Hands moving and feeling each other up. Lips giving teasing kisses to necks and maybe chests. A hand starts to feel up my chest as another moves down to palm at my cunt. Tease my hard clit. Tell me how wet i am for your touch.

This is about dyke sex!

Hot butch religious undertones sex when

Lesbian bar bathroom graffiti

Huge commotion for the butches who can't or won't work out. To the butches who can't play any sports. To the butches who can't build or fix. To the butches who don't have the physical strength that can be so romanticized in online – but not only – spaces. To the butches who need any type of mobility aid. To the butches with mental disabilities. To the butches with chronic conditions. To the shy or reserved butches. To the fat butches. To the butches who desire to be sought out. To the butches who can't or won't make the first move. To the butches who still suffer with the predatory stigma. To the butches with softer voices, softer personalities. To the transfeminine butches. To the submissive butches. To the average sized butches. To the butches with long hair. To the she/her, he/him, they/them – or any other combination of – butches. To the butches who embrace their own brand of femininity or their own brand of masculinity. To the butches on T. To the butches who decided to undergo top surgery. To the butches who decided against it. To the butches who have chosen a new name for themselves...

To every butch who doesn't fit into the tough stereotype, and who does not necessarily need to fit into any other type of stereotype.

To every butch who feels they won't ever find someone who truly sees them, loves them...

You will.

Weird how “masturbating and falling asleep in the late afternoon” isn’t regarded as a cherished summertime tradition