Victoria's Secret Femme X Calvin Klein Butch Is A Match Made In Heaven

need a butch who wants to learn my familys language to communicate with me in the language i spoke my first words in. who wants to be able to talk to my mom in the way shes most comfortable to get us just that one extra step closer to being a family together. who wants to learn how to tell me they love me in every way ill understand. who learns my language to be able to talk privately to me in public to check on how im really doing and feeling. who wants to know every part of me in every way they can

Jim Morrison was a butch IDCCC

Let me show you how much I love you.

and im gonna hold your strap when i say this...

me and who

I'm feeling anxious can I chew you up

can you PLEASE just sit on my lap while i play pokemon and grab me by my hair and pull me against your tits and force me to suck on them while i play or is that too much too ask for?

I'm very awkward .do u find it endearing.

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.

me and her