“how To Engage In Courting Rituals 1950′s Butch Style In The Bar” An Essay By Merril Mushroom,

hate how almost every portrayal of a lesbian on mainstream tv is like literally just a straight woman who dates women. the writers clearly don’t care to take Any considerations into lesbian/lgbt culture or what our lives/dating is rly like. like even apart from them all being pretty feminine conventionally attractive white women in their thirties, they are literally always the straightest women you could possibly imagine. what’s the opposite of dykery. The utter dykelessness of these women

“do you not want me? :(..” hypersexual femme

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“I do! i was trying to be respectful!” chivalrous butch

bring back horny dykes wtf is a wuh luh wuh

Calamity Jack

i know i'm horny on here 99.9% of the time but, goodness, i just love the romance of loving butches so much.

spending lazy mornings in their bed and their arms, basking in their warmth. sunlight hitting their trim haircut, boxers loose around their hips, legs interlocked with mine. waking them up with my nails tracing down their scalp, their face, their neck, their back. happy trails and strong arms. matching my outfit to their blue jeans and t-shirts. lipstick kisses under their collar, their shampoo in my hair, their cologne on my wrists. every word of theirs hummed sweetly to me when i've so often witnessed them turned harsh to strangers. chivalry and sensitivity and sweetness. my voice being the one to calm them down from panic, ease their brain, drift them to sleep-- theirs being the one to calm me from nightmares, to reassure, to make me laugh so hard i snort. their hands on my waist, my hands on their biceps. their body to shield mine. my hands to clean their wounds.

i'm obsessed with the sensitivity of butches. the inherent sweetness and kindness and love. the comfort. the compassion. emotion. the troubles they have, the things they hide, the fears they try to shake. i just want to love every part of them with everything inside of me. i talk about butches devoted to their femmes a lot, but i love spending my entire being devoted towards them. loving them, helping them, opening myself up to them and feeling safe together. i love when their walls break and they break mine down in turn. earning each others' safety.

(and of course the safety they exude in sex. the service, the gentleness, the consideration and raw desire. never has anyone made me feel more comfortable in my own body and desires and self than butches. i've never wanted to let someone have me so thoroughly. they're the world.)

and don't get me started on their masculinity. their femininity. their history. what it means to be everything butch. the proudness they carry on their belt. the same belt they let me undo while they gaze down at me with their hands soothing my hair UGHHHHHHHH i'm so horny for butches but it's only because i love them so deeply I SWEAR. LET ME GRIND ON YOUR BULGE THEN SAY CORNY JOKES WITH YOUR HEAD HALFWAY TO MY TONGUE BECAUSE I LOVE TO SEE YOU LAUGH

I know we’ve talked about this before….but the dom butch shutting up the bratty bossy femme is something i will never get over, like the usual cordial chivalrous butch who outside of the bedroom tends to their femmes needs, loves fetching them things and taking care of them and every single one of the femmes whims……but as soon as their in that bedroom the roles reverse and the bratty whiny femme tries to get all bossy and the butch shuts them down…..”awe you’re so pretty when you whine and think you can demand things from me.” and make their femme do all kinds of depraved things to get each other off…..anyways…………i love commanding, dom butches who do exactly what their femme wants and needs 😵‍💫😵‍💫

DNI: MEN AND MINORS

The demonic femme urge to randomly become a brat

Things that leveled me up as a Dyke Pt. 2

When I had dyke sex in the parking lot of the fire and brimstone church I grew up in

When a girl drew protective sigils on my arm for weeks after she overheard me tearing apart her old roommate for saying transphobic shit about her

When the sleep study doctor told me I have a medically large tongue and my wife shouted "I KNEW IT"

When the butch at the hardware store told me the shelf cutting machine broke and we spent 20min cutting shelves with bolt cutters for my wife's closet.

At the RenFaire, my wife tried the knife throwing but couldn't get it, then got huffy when I told her how to do it. She handed me the last knife and told me it's not that easy. I did not tell her I threw knives a lot as a kid, so with all her bags and jewelry balanced in one arm, I flipped the knife a couple times and sunk it into the wooden target guy. Felt like a damn hallmark movie and I loved it.

When an Aussie woman in a hotel lobby asked me to please please keep talking because she was fascinated by my american southern accent. I called her darlin and she blushed.

When my wife's grandfather was fine with her being a lesbian largely because I was such a big help with the cattle

When I moved an iron bedframe into the garden for my wife's coworker and she asked how long we'd been together. The answer was that morning. We'd been going steady for about an hour.

When I taught my wife how to waltz

I've proven myself, haven't I?

Haruka Tenoh x Michiru Kaioh - Naoko Takeuchi | Sailor Moon 1991

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ME AND MY BUTCH IF YOU WERE WONDERING !!