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as much as i want and talk about how attractive dominance is and how much i want to be dominated and being taken care of, i can’t wait to be the shoulder my future love can lean on. i want my butch to come home after a long day and know that they can take the mask off and sit in my lap and whine about every little thing that’s made them upset. i want them to nudge their head onto my exposed breasts to listen to my heartbeat and the soft hum of my breathing. i need them to know that they can cry and pout and i’ll still think of them as my strong, handsome boy.

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wanna lounge in bed with a handsome girl in between my legs using my tummy as a pillow. i’d be reading silently, one hand on my book the other combing through her hair absentmindedly. the room filled only with the sounds of pages turning and steady breathing.

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I did grow up on the internet but I was too scared to make friends (not in a stranger danger way. in a virtual social anxiety way). so yes it was so much fun and I experienced everything similarly, but even now in my adult age I still just watch people interact without engaging like

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i have big big big brown eyes so i’ll be okay. rest of y’all stay safe

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Need a butch to spoil and kiss on the forehead. Like baby pls let me hold ur face while I pay for ur food.

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smooch my butch, buy chocolate and wine for my butch, do my butches hair, gnaw on their fucking arm like a dog with their favorite bone, take my butch's car to fill up the tank, write poems for my butch, give my butch my credit card and let them rack up 3 months worth of debt, sell my soul to my butc--

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"Working weddings must give you so many fun ideas for how you want yours to be!!"

working weddings makes me want to elope and tell no one and bite anyone who notices

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gang we only have 7 more days for something lesbian to happen to me during pride month. GODSPEED.

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I know there's no divine figure looking out for me because I ask EVERYDAY to meet a beautiful butch lesbian and it's NEVER HAPPENED >:[

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prefacing this by saying I was going through religious psychosis episodes for most of my childhood. but I am better now lol

the voices clammored like aching prisoners of purgatory. Loud. Strained. Desperate.

But sometimes in the worst moments as i felt my eyes roll back and the air get pulled out of my lungs, it sounded like music. It sounded like the choirs of angels as the lord temporarily delivered me from my suffering. It felt like divine orchestral bliss.

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Sitting on the beach and thinking of a gay femme vampire saving a butch because her yard looks like shit 🫶🏾

He took one look up and the stirring pot of rage and starvation drained from him. Even locking eyes with the Lady Nocturna was enough for him to loosen his grip. His prey, finally able to utilize the adrenaline she'd built whole pinned below him, kicked him square in the gut. He heaved, falling backwards onto his ass. Baron always was a moron.

The woman readied herself to fight again best she could. Her injured arm held herself up on her elbow, preparing to stand. The vampire didn’t even look at her, though. Instead, scrambling up and taking off, stupidly tripping over an old rake left behind from thr last time someone worked on the property.

Priscilla sighed and walked downstairs. She wasn't in need of a feeding for at least another week, but she supposed there was nothing wrong with a snack.

The front door wobbled as she pushed it open. She sucked her teeth as she held it steady until she could walk out. How had her beautiful house come to this? It was a mere shadow of the incredible estate she'd built all those years ago. Now, she could hardly get a plumber this far out into the woods.

The woman didn't seem frightened when Priscilla walked outside initially. She only seemed relieved that she scared the man away. She looked behind her and then at Priscilla, trying to work out the overwhelming last few minutes she'd had.

"Poor dove..." Priscilla said, less like genuine concern and more like a flat statement,

"He nearly bit your pretty neck, didn't he?"

The woman didn’t get any closer. She lept to her feet and gave a loud gasping cough,

"Who are you? Why did he run from you?" she groaned. Her arm was holding onto her elbow. The old crow must have scratched her. Smart girl, though. Most don't notice the real danger was within those broken down garden fences.

"What did he cut you with, dear?" said Priscilla. She ignored the concern, though she really should have feigned a bit of worry herself if she wanted the woman to answer her.

The woman bit her cheek, still sizing her up. Priscilla could tell she was deciding whether or not she could fight her off of the need arises.

"Come now, if I was interested in harming you, would I have asked that?" she said, trying to speak with more of a lilt in her tone.

The woman worked that out in her head before untensing, "His nails." she said with a swallow. Priscilla thought the poor thing looked so frightened. Her eyes were wide and her chest was so strong.

Strong? she thought. No... no, tight was more the word. Though, her chest was strong.

Priscilla took a quick second to look over her. She was tall, tanned, and sturdy, and she wore a disgustingly sweaty t-shirt that read Cricket's Landscaping. The sweat was not new from the chase earlier, no. She smelled of labor. It was a work shirt. It took everything in Priscilla not to devour her here on the lawn, but she kept her poise. She did, hunger aside, need a landscaper.

"That's a nasty cut, dear. It's quite late, too. Why don't you let me fix you up?"

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"gay or european" also goes for middle-aged women btw. that lady with short hair no makeup and sneakers isn't a lesbian she's just german

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And sometimes i do say a little prayer

Even if it falls on no ears

if only for my own spirit

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unfortunately, it is no one's responsibility but my own to fix it all.

the wind often finds its way under my feet to stumble me, but somehow, never my wings to lift me.

I still find comfort in the wreckage. in the dust.

it is quiet, if anything other than dead.

I have fought so hard and gained nothing from this place.

I survived.

there is nothing for me here. no one to keep me.

"You're a global woman, and so much bigger than here."

maybe that's all it is.

maybe the world is not empty.

I am just in the wrong part.

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"you say you want a girlfriend, but you never go out"

yeah because I'm patiently waiting for the girlfriend fairy to magically put one under my pillow 🙄 she's a busy woman and I don't rush her