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English speaking lesbians. I dont know other languages equvilents, sorry.
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that-butch-archivist · 18 hours
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"Every time I speak at a lesbian-feminist gathering, I introduce myself as a femme who came out in the 1950s. I do this because it is the truth and it allows me to pay historical homage to my lesbian time and place, to the women who have slipped away, yet whose voices I still hear and whose V-necked sweaters and shiny loafers I still see. I do it to call up the women I would see shopping with their lovers in the Lower East Side supermarkets, the femme partners of the butch women who worked as waiters in the Club 82. I remember how unflinchingly the femme absorbed the stares of the other customers as she gently held onto the arm of her partner. Butches were known by their appearance, femmes by their choices. I do it in the name of the wives of passing women whose faces look up at me from old newspaper clippings, the women whom reporters described as the decieved ones and yet whose histories suggest much more complicated choices. And if femmes seemed to be "wives" of passing women, the feminine protectors of the couple's propriety, it was so easy to lose curiosity about what made them sexual heretics, because they looked like women. Thus femmes became the victims of a double dismissal: in the past they did not appear culturally different enough from heterosexual women to be seen as breaking gender taboos, and today they do not appear feminist enough, even in their historical context, to merit attention or respect for being ground-breaking women."
- An excerpt from "The Femme Question," written by Joan Nestle and found in The Persistent Desire: A Butch-Femme Reader. (Emphasis in bold my own.)
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koizsad · 19 hours
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where are my horny lesbians at? 💖🎮
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melancholyfleurs · 2 days
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happy fat femme friday 🫶🏻
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dykeulous · 1 day
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friendly reminder that femmes are not feminine in the heterosexist, heteropatriarchal way. femmes very often deviate from the gender binary, they very often challenge the heterosexist system via their appearance & ways of thinking. femmes are still lesbians, and that automatically means they do not have a connection to performative, heterosexist form of femininity. sure, they still can perform femininity, wear make-up, remove body hair, be submissive and do everything that straight feminine women can, but they often do not & they are very often not the heteropatriarchy’s image of spinning perfection; meaning they often do not perform femininity, they often do not remove body hair, wear make-up, and they often are not the patriarchy’s ideal woman. they are often “mean, aggressive, bra-burning, man-hating hairy dykes”, just like butches are. just in their own, unique, femme ways. they are not just feminine lesbians. just like butches are not just masculine lesbians. being lesbian immediately means struggle, it immediately means deviation from the gender binary, and it immediately means having a unique relationship with identity, self-expression & femininity (as well as masculinity, when we’re talking about butches). stop portraying femmes as this overly caked-with-make-up, no body hair, extremely skinny demographic. appreciate the less skinny, the hairy, the no-makeup femmes. they exist. they exist & there is a special place in my heart for them.
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marzipanandminutiae · 3 hours
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sometimes I think about the fact that Anne Lister gets called the First Modern Lesbian when her (allegedly) more femme and non-male-attracted wife Ann Walker is apparently...nothing? a nonentity whose queerness only exists with a masc woman to cast it into relief?
anyway. happy pride.
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lesbiandepravity · 22 hours
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It's officially pride month which means the fact that I am not being bottomed out by butch cock is a hate crime
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tlou-bombshell · 2 days
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It's giving Santa Barbara.
It's giving depression.
It's giving hot fatherless girl.
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sapphiclesbli · 8 hours
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you're horny... I'm horny... we should help each other out don't you think?!
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theoxdarthy · 1 day
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Love is love is love @pixieprincessana
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that-butch-archivist · 17 hours
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"I am a femme. I pined for women for more than a decade following that visit to New Orleans, agonizing for months at a time until finally I would write in my journal, "I think I'm a L-E-S...," only to begin the cycle again, and again. Some of my fears were the usual what-does-it-mean-to-be-a-lesbian kind, generated by a homophobic society. I also had another kind of fear, which was that being a lesbian meant giving up my flamboyance and my love of changing myself through makeup and costume. I was afraid that I would have to wear army surplus pants for the rest of my life. And I knew fucking was important to me. If tribadism was controversial (as it was in the seventies), would I ever have wild, passionate sex again? That was quite a conflict. All my fantasies were about women, but it seemed as though being with women meant leaving my passions behind. It was made clear to me by the lesbian community that my conventionally pretty features and hourglass figure were not considered lesbian enough (being pretty wasn't politically correct). And society told me I was too pretty to be a lesbian. So was I judged, based on the same societal norms, by both groups. Being femme isn't about what I'm wearing, although it can be. I don't understand why being a lesbian who wears a three-piece suit is considered a social radical, while a lesbian who wears a dress, her sexuality up-front yet unavailable to the heterosexual norm, is not. Why is that only men get to be flamboyant in order to be considered socially radical? From my perspective that is letting men have all the fun again."
- An excerpt from "Femme: Very Queer Indeed," an essay written by Victoria Baker and found in The Femme Mystique. (Emphasis in bold my own.)
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koizsad · 2 hours
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i'll take it from the back in honor of this pride month 🏳️‍🌈
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Being poly is so fun~
I can wear pretty lingerie and show off for my pretty pets, tease them and rile them up whenever I want.
I could have a pretty butch puppy on their knees for me all night, twist their collar, nice and tight, duck down to give them little featherlight kisses to their forehead right before I force their head between my thighs, tug on their leash and force them to fuck me harder, harder, harder- force them to sink their teeth into my skin and rake their nails down my sides while they bury their pretty butch cocks inside me and go into a mindless rut.
I could have a pretty little princess all bound up and spread out for me, nice and pretty, slide my fingers along her thighs, dress her up in pretty lace and rip it all off to cover her in marks and bruises, fuck her till she's begging me to stop and then keep going until she's a whimpering mess, fuck her till she's crying on the sheets, helpless and breathless, nodding dumbly to my whispered words of praise and shuddering with every thrust.
Being poly is fun because I get so many pretty playthings~
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lonelylocallesbian · 2 days
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Anyone else like a feral cat until someone is nice to you and then you constantly bother them basically rubbing against their leg for their attention? No? Just me? Alright.
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rosebudprincess · 15 hours
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i want to hold her in my arms, look into her eyes, plant kisses across her face, tell her i love her. feel her hair between my fingers, her lips on mine, her hands holding me to her. god, i’d break the sound barrier for her.
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