mimisdumpsterfire

[mimisdumpsterfire]

i'm like if someone who was incredibly clingy and obsessive was also incredibly avoidant and elusive

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who fucks with oblivious femmes… who fucks with femmes who don’t realize they’re getting hit on unless they’re blatantly told… asking for a friend..

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cuddle bear butch lover to spend the saturday night with indoors hidden under blankets with the rest of the world left outside the door for a little bit and it's just me and them and the movie we are watching or the game we are playing or the puzzle we are making and their warm cheeks against my lips and their skin on mine to caress and squeeze and hold and kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss

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I wish needing affection didn't feel so disgusting

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I think as a victim of violent sexual assault and traumas set upon me at a young age, it all has some strange connection to my own femininity and ultimately how I present myself today. Femininity within my gender as a Femme, the way I dress my body, the way I ascribe to more traditionally feminine roles and traits. When I first had realized that my body was almost torn apart by the hands of a male I made the decision to physically be everything the straight male gaze would hate. I shaved my head and wore my older brother’s ill fitting clothes, I spoke like the men in my family; harsh and nasty. I smoked cigarettes like it was my job. Anything to draw their attention as far back as possible. Coming to term with my sexuality was another added load onto my back. Thinking that what a “lesbian” meant was that I had to be wear the masculine clothing, to take up space, to be what I thought women were supposed to desire. But for years it took tons and tons of digging and overall self reflection to realize I hate the clothes, I hate speaking more than I would like. I want the daintiness and prettiness that was once stolen from me that I even denied myself. I want the lace and makeup and vanilla sweet perfumes and the shiny glossy blow drys. The flowing dresses and shimmering jewelry, the angels and fairies. The hastily painted toes and smudged eyeliner. I could have all of that and still want my end all be all to be a woman. And maybe it was okay I preferred the women who in fact wore the men’s clothes, whom had rough and honest hands, who drank dark beer and played pool as if they invented the game itself, the ones who had those deep, gorgeous laughs and infinite smile lines. Maybe it was okay i didn’t want to personally take up as much space, to fight and struggle all your life, putting yourself out there only to realize you just want protection, to bask in your own beautiful silence. To be held and looked after. To have what was once stolen. My past assaults are partial to my intimacy problems, but I do what I can do not indulge into them and let those memories define things as beautiful as sex or lovers or relationships. My own femininity and gender as a Femme, it’s why I lean towards the term “pillow princess” after all. To be underneath someone whose hold my trust so sweetly in the palm of their hand. To allow a lover to break and take you, soft and true. To caress your hips you once hated, to remove the lacy pink bra, the one you once denied yourself, with care and place it neatly on the nightstand.

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Perhaps the community of “butchfemme twitter” will possibly crucify me for these words but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a butch or stud or femme to desire a more traditional lifestyle. For a femme to possibly just want to stay home and take care of a home, to be a wife, to become a mother. To put on their makeup meticulously for their partner and dress in their most favorite pieces of clothing for them. To nurture and love. And I don’t think there’s anything fucked up about a butch or stud wanting to go to work everyday and come home to their beautiful wife, to put their feet up and rant about their day. To provide. To protect. To also love. I think that we as queer people are quite literally thrust into the world expected to subvert exceptions(especially people who ascribe to the butchfemme dynamic) due to the fact that our identities and genders are so goddamn political in the first place. To simply want and crave peace, a more traditional life and future, there’s not a thing wrong with that. Maybe I do just wanna dress for my butch and put his favourite flowers in my hair. To be the femme hauswife and mummy little Bella always wanted to be when she played with her Barbies. Xx

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Non-sexual intimate and servicing acts with a Butch would actually cure me. You want me to give you a deep shoulder rub and I’ll listen to you groan and let out soft moans when I get to the sensitive bits? Can you paint my toes for me and I’ll watch you concentrate and be as delicate as possible with the nail polish? You want me to smile in awe as you flex me your beautiful strong arms? Let’s sit in the bath and just bask in each other’s sweetness in the humid , musky air surrounding us. You want to braid my hair before bed? Doesn’t matter if it’s a bit messy all that matters is that you did it. Can you pick out my clothes for me? The one ratty sweater you love? That one dress that makes your head go mad? You wanna just cuddle until it feels like our bodies are literally melding and becoming one just giant blob of love?

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cuddling in bed with a butch, resting my head against their chest as they run their hands up and down my spine. feeling so safe and secure, like nothing bad can happen to me because they won't let it. but also, cuddling in bed with a butch, they're resting their head against my chest as I comb my fingers through their hair, nails gently grazing their scalp. making them feel so seen and cared for, like they can exist exactly as they are because i will let them. yeah thats the post.

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being with a "yes ma'am" butch would fix a lot of my problems

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“the strap can’t get you pregnant” well have you considered maybe you’re not trying hard enough? maybe you’re not imbuing it with creative spirit and whimsy? maybe consider that!

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eye contact during oral is a religious experience

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start your day with perverted intentions 🙏🏾

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Femmes with tummies and fat rolls. Femmes with thick thighs and soft skin and sorry hang on I got so hard I passed out

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"show me" butch x femme who loves to show off

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i need a gf but i won't approach you first

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all i’m saying is that abby would look so pretty with her hands tied up to a bedframe with bondage rope

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Hear her out, take her out, eat her out