Vain Femmes…

I originally posted this on twitter exactly 2 years ago.

4/26/24 edit:

TERFs and other transphobes read my bio, and DO NOT INTERACT with this post or my blog.

"pillow princess just do nothing" okay so WHO'S spending hours doing their hair up so their butch can tangle their fingers in it? who's putting on their makeup making sure to choose lipstick that leaves marks on their butch's skin, choosing mascara they know will run to spur their butch on further? who's done their nails so they can drag it down the length of their butch's biceps? who's put on the perfectly-calculated set of lingerie knowing it will set off their butch the moment it peeks underneath their dress- need i go on?

Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student

i honestly forget how dehumanizing it feels to be in predominantly white queer spaces. i see a handful of lesbians of color and its like the sun hitting me after a very cold and bleak winter.

sweet femmes. femmes like sugar that melt under your touch. femmes with flesh to grope and squish and kiss and bite. femmes that wrap themselves in lace and ribbons like pretty presents. femmes that wear pink lipstick and leave kiss marks on your face. femmes that are soft like bunnies and cuddle all the time. femmes that smell like vanilla and marshmallows and sweet dreams. femmes who need hands on them at all times to feel good. femmes who whisper in your ear during functions and drag you home. femmes who wear lacy bras and tiny skirts and like parading in front of you. femmes who like being carried around, hands wrapped around your biceps. cute femmes. sweet femmes. just femmes.

Passion, love, and utter desperation

Happy 4/20 to the high femmes and stoned butches, lighting one up for you right now.

Did you know the healthiest thing to eat for breakfast is a femme w doe eyes?

subtle intimacy is so soft. knowing someone’s routine and slowly becoming a part of it. memorising favourite teas and soups and drink orders. good morning and good night texts and messy paragraphs of love written half asleep. nicknames only you know. just small things that say “look how dear you are to me.”

here's a fake interview about my me & my girlfriend that i transcribed from my head. enjoy!