Spike aka buffy's bitch
I Imagine the Butches’ Stripper Bar
At my butches’ stripper bar you can watch butches fold laundry, iron. Objectify them while they slowly refinish a rolltop desk, take off a trailer hitch. They file taxes, wear waders, bake you a layer cake. I’ll lay her cake, my imagined patrons mutter. I think of who I eroticize, how: they’re always getting stuff done. At real stripper bars women just dance—so many things they could be checking off their lists. I guess men don’t want to see women work? They get that at home? In my Champagne Room the butches plant bulbs, build bookshelves, clean basements, write checks to the ACLU, retrain your dog. Fantastic grow the flannel plaids; they lean and squint, lick pencils, adjust a miter box. They make box lunches, chicken stock. The butches make your day.
-Jill McDonough
the asl sign for “transgender“ is basically the same as the sign for ”beautiful“ but signed at the chest instead of in front of the face.
so that’s cool.
this whole ao3 being down thing is actually driving me insane i think i’ve read every fic of my faves on here, tried to replay fics i’ve already read before in my head, went back on fanfiction.net and i’m tempted to go as far as looking through wattpad— i’m not okay yall idk what to do w myself it’s been 15 hours since ao3 has worked for me i will keep y’all posted on how long until i lose what remains of my sanity
come out & haunt me, I know you want me
come out & haunt me;
Meows morales
BUFFY SUMMERS | 4.19
It was very challenging to draw but I enjoyed doing it, Happy pride month everyone !✨🌈
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