I Know Butch Lesbians Get Compared To Twinks All The Time But Shoutout To Butches Who Don’t Look Like

hey guys ! im (still) in between jobs n trying to make it home to be my grandpas caregiver. if anyone wants to help out rent/groceries my cashapp n paypal links r gonna be below this. thank u <3

cash.app/$beeppboopp1

paypal.me/llilyx

⚢ every day is butch appreciation day! ⚢

happy butch appreciation day to all of the lovely butches out there! ♡ i pulled all the visuals from an old survey i put out back in winter.... 100ish people sent in what they think of when they see the word "butch" and it makes me feel so warm every time i scroll though it :) i chose the most frequently listed/visually fitting, but i also wanted to include things that reminded me of my butch (his work boots, bandana)… i'd also love to someday do a piece including some of the more subtle submissions from the survey! one big collage of butch!!! :)

more butch lesbians in media. I'm not asking

Butch Fairy Zine: interest check!

This is an interest check! For a Butch fairy themed art zine to be held in 2024. Find the link here

This will be an art book that celebrates butch folk, and fairies, but through the lense of a field guide, with sketches and concepts alongside full colour illustrations. This project is currently being planned by 5 people, and a frog 🐸

This is not an Artist App form, but if you want to apply as an artist, you can still fill this in. We will make An Artist form later in January.

engage in any way you can, please ❤️❤️❤️❤️🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

❗❗❗PLEASE DONATE, REBLOG AND ENGAGE AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE ❗❗❗

Hello dear ones! 🇵🇸🍉

We in Gaza are facing genocide and famine.

It is horrific, and we need your help for our family. This donation is a beacon of hope, our only lifeline in the abyss of despair. With a heavy heart, I ask for your generosity as we go through this inexplicable ordeal. Your contribution could mean the difference between survival and oblivion for my family, and for that, we are eternally grateful. My name is Mohammed. I was shot by an explosive bullet that pierced my left hand and I need a transplant as soon as possible and to buy medicine. Children Amir, Malak and the family are suffering from malnutrition and anemia due to lack of food, clean water and medicine and they need to buy a tent to replace their destroyed home.

"Mohammed, Amir and Malak are not just numbers, they are human beings dreaming of a better future." "Your donation is a new spark of hope for Mohammed, Amir, Malak and their family." "Every donation, no matter how small, will make a huge difference." Please highlight my campaign by donating and reblogging and you can create a post to encourage others to donate Thank you for your constant kindness and compassion in our darkest times.Thank you, our children will be safe and we will never forget them.Mohammed is only 17, but he has endured so much over the past year. He even got his arm injured and needs a bone grating surgery as soon as possible. Otherwise it will lead to an infection and then amputation if it is not treated in time! So please donate and share. How about we help them reach the 23.5K mark! There is €779 left to go! Thank you..My campaigns were documented by appsa @90-ghoset & @ibtisams"🍉💔🙏#youer

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Dear,

I am Hatem from Gaza 🍉🌿

I hope you are doing well

I am writing to you with a heart full of hope and gratitude.

My small family (my old mom, my wife and my little daughter) is in great danger due to the ongoing war in Gaza and I am running this campaign to save them to cover the basic daily life for my family and my little daughter which she was born during the ongoing war.

Please, any donation makes a difference in our lives, and every reblog helps reach as many people as possible.

This donation campaign has been vetted by: @90-ghost and @el-shab-hussein

Thanks again

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could talk for hours about the biases and ableism in wanting strong bodied butches specifically and rejecting those who are not. Same with fatphobia.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian babies that were left to starve to death then rot in their beds by the IOF.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian doctors surrounded by bodies of dead children begging the world to stop the slaughter.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian children who held a press conference in English to beg the world to stop murdering them because they want to live.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Priest who said "We will not accept your apology after the genocide" to the world.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Imam who used the speakers of the Mosque, not to call people to prayer but to call out to God while the world around them was burning from American supplied Israeli bombs.

I'm never forgetting the grandfather who held his dead grandchild in his arms. Or the father carrying the remains of his two children in plastic shopping bags. Or the mother holding her dead child in a shroud. Or the father sitting among the rubble after he lost his whole family. Or the girl trapped under a broken building begging for people to save her family first. Or the boy who cried when he saw his brother alive. Or the girl who asked if she was still alive after being pulled from the rubble. Or the boy who carried the remains of his brother in his backpack. Or the old man the IOF used for a photoshoot before they shot him dead after getting pictures. Or the little boy wearing plastic gloves to pick up the remains of his family. Or the graves desecrated. Or the body of that small baby girl left alone in a tent because no one knew who she was or if her family was alive, small and alone and not one person who knew her name to bury her. Or the young boy who was shot in the street while his sister watched from the window. Or the men and boys who were stripped naked in winter. Or those tortured. Or those made to stand in open graves. Or the people who were raped by IOF soldiers. Or Palestinian workers kidnapped by the IOF and then labeled with wristbands, each one reduced to a number, then made to walk back to Gaza to be killed in the world's largest open air concentration camp. Or the people of Gaza starving because Israeli Zionists are blocking aid trucks. Or the Israelis dancing and celebrating the death of Palestinians. Or the lies spread by Zionists and their supporters. Or the people profiting off the oppression and deaths of Palestinians. Or the people of the West Bank being killed or kidnapped by the IOF. Or old woman who was older than the creation of the terror state of "Israel" who was shot by snipers for saying that. Or the Israelis dressed up as Palestinians to enter a hospital and kill three Palestinians in their beds. Or every single Palestinian currently kept in an Israeli prison. Or the journalists, doctors, poets, men, women, children, and the unborn all massacred. Or the fact that WCNSF exists now. Or the woman who refused to wash the blood from her hands. Or the dead, unburied and unmourned.

I'm never forgetting those who chose silence in the face of a genocide.

I may not know all their names but I will not forget the over 30,000 Palestinians dead. Or the over 60, 000 people hurt. Or the unknown number of people missing, still lost under the rubble. Or the 12,000 children slaughtered. An entire generation crippled or murdered.

I will never forget these things when Palestine is free.

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.