Femme As In “should I Come Early To Help You Set Up” When You Host A Party/get Together

too cold to wear miniskirts it might be over for me

i need a butch who is obsessed with me. who gets caught with their mind wandering at work because theyre thinking about all the ways theyre going to make love to me later. who goes to the bathroom to send me a quick nude and ends up lingering there a little too long after they see what i send back. who wakes us both up early before work to fuck me in our bed before they head off to work because they know they wont be able to last all day without being inside me

when i make my future butch have a flip phone 😍 why do you need an iphone? to look at other femmes? we’re good.

These Boots are made for walkin'

Brigitte Bardot, Mireille Darc, Jane Birkin, Marisa Mell, France Gall, Debbie Harry, Sylvie Vartan, Kate Bush, Françoise Hardy & Nancy Sinatra

situationship this situationship that i need my girl pathetically obsessed with me and blowing up my phone

nothing will ever put into words how beautiful, rich and complex the history of butches and femmes is. the way these identities encapsulate the nuance of dyke gender, affection and the inherent longing to be seen - truly seen for who we are, in a world that often times, seems to have forgotten us.

thinking of those who came before us, how the ofos butches would curl a cigarette in their hands, and watch a femme from across the bar with long nails tap her glass, in anticipation of that one moment that tells them both it was all worth it. the gentle smearing of lipstick, the confidence from straightening out a tie. we have always performed for one another, and known each other far beyond the capability or understanding of anyone outside of our community.

i long to see the theatrics, the drawn out gazes filled with the possibilty of something more. the love letters adorned with perfume and spring violets, a gentle hand finding its way underneath the hem of a worn out vest. i long to love and be loved in the only way that we have ever known, with unbridled fervor spilling out at the edges, with the intimacy found beside candlelight and intertwined between satin sheets. the promise that we will always find each other.

Hi

imma suck your dih🥺🫰🏻

Jim Morrison by Gloria Stavers (1968)

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