there’s just something about the weight of a hammer in your hand. feels so right

happy lesbian visibility week to all my fellow dykes <333

paintings by me

"butch bait" and "femme bait"

both oil on canvas, 50 x 40cm

anyway shoutout to lgbt people who are NOT queer and they are NOT dykes and NOT faggots. being uncomfortable with a slur does not separate you from your identity and place in the community. kind of the point of slurs is making people uncomfortable. would be weird to assume they don't.

being butch is really cool cause you get to portray so much masculinity in a way that is still inherently tied to your womanhood and I just think that is so beautiful

butches

when you get home do you ever just untuck your shirt, unbuckle your belt and unzip your jeans so the front of your jeans are open and the top of your boxers are visible and just walk around like that

or is that just me?

Comparing Twitter and tumblr queer culture is so amusing

Twitter queer culture: reminder that if you’re an mspec lesbian every character from honkai star rail hates you (?)

Tumblr queer culture: does anyone know if we have butch faggot joy tomorrow

to me. the word lesbian gives off the vibes of a water nymph in a lake making flower crowns and the word dyke gives off the vibes of a tough ass biker who wears leather jackets. please say someone understands

unwarranted Cis Opinion but I'm getting really uncomfortable w people responding to bathroom bills by posting pictures of trans men like DO YOU WANT THEM IN WOMEN'S BATHROOMS

bc like. no they're men. they should be in men's bathrooms unless that feels unsafe. but. it really feels like it's not helpful to lean into the idea that seeing someone presenting masc or being read as a man in a women's bathroom means You're In Danger.

like I know several butch women and NB ppl who are really scared around being on T or getting top surgery bc they're not men and they don't want to be in the men's bathroom, and in that circumstance stuff like growing facial hair or reading more androgynously can be really fucking scary when people are being primed by propaganda to be on edge and hyperreactive to anyone who doesn't look like their idea of a Cis Woman.

and I'm not laying that at the feet of the people saying "hey uhhhh trans men are men and don't belong in women's bathrooms" bc it is not their fault. it's the fault of a concerted effort to make it difficult and dangerous to be trans or substantively gender nonconforming in public.

but at the same time idk I guess it just worries me cause sometimes it feels like "you fools! you are worried about this group of trans people bc you think they're the Lurking Danger of Men In Bathrooms? WRONG! the Men Making You Feel Afraid In Bathrooms are actually THESE trans people!" when in fact neither of those groups using the fucking bathroom is a problem. just piss and mind your business. people need to go where they need to go.

anyway this country is a hot fucking trash fire that somehow accelerates its descent into open fascism more every day so it's all super good and normal. so don't take this too seriously tbh cause it's somewhere near #2535654476457899009765 on the list of priorities for Queer Discourse right now when the fucking human rights commission is actively rescinding protections from trans people. Please ignore my gibberish.

in the mood to tie their wrists to the bed frame and kiss them sweetly. “don’t worry love. i’ll take good care of you.” tell them to keep their knees spread for me but not touch them yet. closing a collar around their neck, if they enjoy that. deep kisses with my fingers tangled in their hair; my hands running over their body. and my mouth. down their neck. leaving bites. slow, so slow. excruciatingly slow. pretending to ignore their whines. it’s not long before they’re asking please, please. but i’m not done. i’ve only just gotten to their nipples; and i’m not even letting them feel the wetness of my lips yet. i’ve trailed my tongue along the bottom of their breasts and now they’re squirming from my breath. their nipples harden under the warmth of it. the moan they let out when i finally touch my tongue to them. i call them a good girl. say i love them. love the sounds they make. my voice, my affirmations make them louder.

my mouth on their waist and sides and tummy and above their underwear. soaked all the way through. “you’re wet like this and i haven’t even touched you, baby.” it makes them squirm and try to buck into my mouth.

soon i lose patience, i tear their underwear off and dive into them. sucking on their clit like i’ve been waiting to for years. they’re getting louder now, their moans more powerful until suddenly they go quiet. their brain fried from the pleasure. hands pulling against the restraints but i know they don’t really want to be released. they want to be held right there. at my mercy. they know my pleasure is their pleasure. and they so, so want to please me.

currently super obsessed with being super obsessed with women. love y'all

Do i have permission to snooze in this ask box its so cozy honk mimimimimi

Shhh... The dyke is sleeping...

I love how me and my beloved are opposites in nearly every way physically.

She dresses more neutral/masculine and prefers to be the caretaker in the relationship

I dress hyper feminine and love to be taken care of, but I also like to take on a caretaker role sometimes.

Her favorite colors are dark blue and black

My favorite color is light pink.

She favors darker, grungy/goth/emo aesthetics

I favor dainty feminine aesthetics (think coquette).

She prefers darker bolder makeup (heavy black eyeliner/black eyeshadows, dark lipsticks etc)

I prefer softer, more natural makeup looks.

She listens to more heavy metal/rap music

I listen to gentle, slow romantic music and 60s/70s country rock/country folk. Just general classic rock. (I prefer smooth rock)

She prefers sour and spicy food

I prefer sweet food, but I also sometimes eat sour and spicy stuff. I can only tolerate takis and sour patch kids. 😭

Pls consider andreil yuri

Dick van Dyke and Sally Ann Howes behind the scenes of the most amazing kiss Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (1968).

bug dress!!!

before the age of this blog I made a post nearly identical to my response to the last ask and for the life of me I can no longer find it. very sad