butchhiraeth

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lets hear it for transgenderism and faggotry. can I get a round of applause for transgenderism and faggotry

slapping this badge on my blog

i painted some lettuce 🥬

Tag yourself

It's true what they say about butches btw... we simply must get our weekly dose of being babied or we shrivel up and die :/

some @sweatermuppet i’ve had saved for a while

Royal Mail Myths And Legends Stamps 2025

Via here

DOG MOSAICS (From Italy and Greece ××)

West Park in Wolverhampton UK. 4th April 2025. Taken on my digital camera.

lets spend a sunny afternoon in the forest with mama

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. May will bring blessings.

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Stone Butch Blues, Leslie Feinberg

The North Sea, by Patrick von Kalckreuth

they didnt give me a penis because i would be so good at having boners i would literally win every boner compatition and thats why they were tooooo scared

Illustrations by me, text from “The Butch-Fem Image as a Pre-political Form of Resistance,” Boots of Leather, Slippers of Gold: The History of a Lesbian Community by Elizabeth Lapovsky Kennedy and Madaline D. Davis

running off to smoke weed with the fairies in the forest and im not coming back this time

happy beltane & may day! 🌿

Being in a butch for femme relationship is so healing to me in so many ways

People always knew something was different about me. They assigned the word lesbian and the word dyke to me before I ever did- Girls I was around made me feel like some sick pervert for existing in a locker room. I went out of my way to make sure I wasn’t making the women around me uncomfortable- I made myself smaller.

But now I see her point out in adoration the things I was ridiculed for. When I look away, she pulls my gaze- she WANTS me to look at her. She thinks my butchness is beautiful

Remember you can read stone butch blues FOR FREE!

your only job on this earth is to be so intrinsically yourself that the right people gravitate toward you and the wrong people move out of your way

I HOPE EVERY LESBIAN HAS A GREAT DAY

egg cell & scandinavian cave painting of the sun

happy lesbian visibility week. remember that, even in countries were femicide is acknowledged, lesbophobic hate crimes are lumped in with barely a word of note. remember that most people shy away from the word lesbian as if it's a dirty thing, and that it's not interchangeable with the sanitized term of the week. remember that lesbianism is not "restrictive", and that realizing you aren't attracted to men in a world that tells you that is not a possibility is more freeing than you could ever imagine. remember that transness isn't antithetical to lesbianism, but an integral part of it. remember that we're not the mean girl cardboard cutouts that exist in your head but people with varied life experiences and backgrounds just like you. remember to love lesbians even when we're the mean hairy man-hating dykes you hear so much about. remember that our relationships are more than soft kissing hand-holding lukewarmth and deserve to be taken seriously in all their depth. remember that we don't exist for anyone's pleasure but our own. remember that we exist even when you think we don't, or wish we didn't. remember that we'll continue to exist, everywhere, always.

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happy lesbian visibility week!

reminder that my shirt campaign benefitting PCRF is ongoing!

TERFS DNI

@highfemmewhore on instagram

Woodland Garden

Gouache on paper, 2019

by Kelly Louise Judd

eat a fruit that you like. take a little walk and pay attention to the trees. dance to music alone in ur room. it’s the small things that will heal you

Was really stressed out today regarding everything going on here in the UK, so sat out in the sun for a while with Caesar. I enjoyed feeling the sun on my chest, even when the neighbour came out and I swiftly popped my shirt back on, although I don't think he really cares, I still feel a bit shy.

After Caesar went in, I put some food out for the birds, and found that they actually trust me enough to fly down to eat while I'm in the garden now. I've attached a photo of my pigeon friend, who is the bravest of them all and came down first.

I have been thinking a lot about everything today and processing what these changes (and any that may come after) will do to my family. Clara and I put our progress flag up in the garden to cheer ourselves up. I think it looks very beautiful in the sun.