Reasons to take a train for distance travel:

• affordable

• pretty views out the window

• no dealing with TSA

• you can bring your own snacks and drinks

• accessibility for disabled folks

• no baggage claim to break or lose your stuff

• you might meet a lesbian on there

Things that feel butch to me:

• wearing double denim

• fierce loyalty

• having a favorite pair of boots

• knowing a lot about house plants

• people at the local coffee shop knowing your name and order

I'm not a girl, but I am a woman.

I'm not a man, but I am your boy.

My pronouns are she/her, but I'm not femme.

I'm not transmasc, but I present that way.

I'm not a girl.

I'm a butch 💖

I love you butches I love you femmes I love you non-binary people I love you queers I love you trans femmes I love you trans mascs I love you lesbians I love you sapphics aaaaaAAAAAAAAA

werewolf butch girlfriend who just *needs* to fuck you. desperate, whining, begging. let her have a taste. just one more time. she has to top you. take you. mark you. even just letting her put her fingers in you and fall asleep. she can't help herself.

As a disabled butch, I struggle to feel "butch enough". I'm in a wheelchair full time. I can't drive, I can't work. I can't open doors or surprise someone at work with flowers or things like that. I can't be as chivalrous and butch as I would really love to be. I chose to identify as a Butch Lesbian because I resonate with it. I love being protective and caring and doting and masculine in my own way. It's not about "performing manhood", it's about being a butch. And it does make me sad sometimes that I'm incapable of doing a lot of those things due to my disabilities. I worry that other butches or femmes will see me and reject me because I can't be the kind of butch they expect me to be.

I

WANT

TO

SEE

SOME

FAT

LESBIANS

ON

MY

FEED

Gender thoughts

The two butch genders:

• a lil guy™️

• a Big Boy™️

Masturbation is honestly just a part of my to-do list at this point and I'm not even mad about it.

Cause like sure I get something nice at the end of it. But it's quite funny that my brain is like "welp, that's checked off the list now so we can finish this other thing" and it's such a non-issue for me.

I grew up thinking that masturbation was this super sexy time and for some people maybe it is but for me? It's like scratching an itch, feeding a craving, ect. I had some banging pizza tonight for dinner. I half moaned taking a bite of it at one point because it brought me so much enjoyment in that moment, not even in a sexual way.

This evening laying in bed I decided I needed to masturbate and I was completely silent. I mean it was nice, I came 3 times. But it was just something I did.

I feel like seeing masturbation as a form of just general self care and maintenance of the meat suit has helped rewire the purity culture sector of my brain a lot. I brush my hair cause it looks better that way. I give myself an orgasm cause it quiets my brain and I think better that way.

So idk go masturbate or something

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@waywardvulpes

Happy international women's day!

I will be celebrating by committing acts of lesbianism.

When they fall asleep in your arms, and you know that you would burn the world just to keep them feeling that safe and loved

Resting my head against their thighs when we are both panting and shaking at the end of it all >>>>>>

When. When they. When they... you know how they like... Whe- *passes out*

Thinking about their head on my shoulder, their fingers in mine. Thinking about their hands in my hair, playing idly with the short strands while we watch the princess diaries movies back to back. Thinking about their breathing slowing as they drift on the edge of sleep. Thinking about waking up from a nightmare in their arms, immediately feeling safe again when I see their face.

Just thinking about them