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Submissive butches are so adorable like aww you want to act like all smug and shit grabbing my waist in public pulling me closer when a car speeds by keeping your hand on my thigh but the moment the door to the bedroom locks you become a whining whimpering mess

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[“When I meet with butches, there is often herbal tea. Some of the butches are happy; some are not. The distinction between the two is based in their struggle between self-honesty and the fear of ostracism.

The Happy Butch is tickled to hear that I transitioned into butchhood. Happy Butch chuckles to learn that I too explain to straight friends and family, I know people mistake me for a teenage fag, and I’m okay with that. The Unhappy Butch is relieved that “my transition” referred to how I joined, rather than abandoned, her and her gender.

Both Happy and Unhappy Butches know a compatriot. He was younger and genderqueer. Now he’s on T and has a new name.

Happy Butch and I will grin, knock cups, and speculate as to just what and who will emerge from transition.

Unhappy Butch sinks into her chair: “There goes another one,” she utters, hollow like a cavern. Silent over a steaming cup, her eyes say, “At least I know you’re here for the long haul.”

In my experience, the difference in attitude runs as follows:

Unhappy Butch wants to mend the holes in her gender, but won’t. Whether it’s new pronouns, T, or surgery, she’d feel more honestly herself in some other body or identity. She denies herself this out of a sense of duty that is really just fear—the fear of losing friends who accepted her as who she tries to be but who won’t accept her as who she needs to be, because that would be accepting a man or something similar enough to a man. She tries to turn her fear of isolation into a virtue. Noble and alone, she will stick it out, the last surviving butch ambassador to the world. But she knows it’s a lie, and she mourns her lost brother because she mourns her lost self. I know this gender-martyrdom. I lived in it. And I threw it out when I transitioned into being happy and butch.

The Happy Butch? This butch doesn’t mourn our brother’s transition but celebrates it. Happy Butch is present in body and pronouns as-is, be they modified, unmodified, or under renovation. Happy Butch knows that any “friend” or “community” who rejects her/zer/him/them/it isn’t a real friend or community. Happy Butch crackles with an honest, brave joy that extends to seeing someone else come into zer own.”]

amy fox, from changed sex. grew boobs. started wearing a tie, from persistence: all ways butch and femme edited by Ivan Coyote and zena sharman

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don’t flirt with me I’ll start imagining you in my little delusional scenarios before bed

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en plein air

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ok ok hear me out on something: dykes and transmasc only bathhouse orgy

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ok ok hear me out on something: dykes and transmasc only bathhouse orgy

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in my mind a dragon and a princess are symbiotic organisms. in my mind a princess's chief attributes are smallness and dexterity. like a cleaner wrasse

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btw if your butch just got back from working out, you have a moral obligation to kiss their soreness away

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hey. look at what my webcam picked up last night

thanks 👍 you’re free to go

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✨anything for my Pardner✨

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sometimes I almost forget slut is a derogatory term. it's so friend shaped to me. I love when things are slutty. I love sluts and slutting it up. it's a cute word. make every day sluttier than your last. sluttttt

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Who wants to go to the natural history museum, get a pastry, and then fuck nasty style back home

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"I LIKE OLDER WOMEN" pins from Lesbian Herstory Archives

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dryhumping and making out NOW

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I feel so feral and like I'm not even as horny as I was when I was ovulating a few weeks ago, it's just like, how do I get no response at all when I do all the romantic stuff. Like, I grab her waist and kiss her neck and tell her sweet things while my hands go lower, and I can hear her breathing change. And then she goes to hold my hand to make me stop, or says some shit like that I'm cute. I'm going crazy, I just want to be grabbed back and to make her feel as hot as I do while feeling her up, I need her to want to kiss my body everywhere, slowly, taking her time. But I feel like she's always in a rush or shutting me down and it's just really hard bc like, I will initiate things but I am so sensitive to feeling unwanted and it just seems obvious that she doesn't want me. Like I almost get mad when she compliments my body bc like, I need you to do something about it. And I mean I'm definitely a bottom leaning switch but I would take anything, to love or be loved by her. I just strongly feel I shouldn't be yearning so much when I have a committed long term partner who I dream of literally just touching me, like the bar is in hell and honestly that's where I'd like to be lately too. At least I know there'd be filthy sex happening there unlike my room asdgfjfhhkf. I hate feeling like I'm being rejected and feeling unwanted bc honestly I assume most people don't enjoy being around me anyway, and I don't know how else to ask for what I need other than how I have been already. And it would be better if I just felt frustrated or angry but mostly I feel sad and guilty that I'm asking for too much when I literally just want to be kissed and touched. Fuck this butch stoicism bullshit that makes it so hard for me to just ask for what I want instead I just try to give her the treatment I want to receive and start to get mad that it's not reciprocated. I'm overcomplicating this I think I just need to embody a pinup and lay waiting naked in bed for her, I think that would work, but also if it didn't then I would just simply die. Lesbians on Tumblr who write unhinged thirst posts directed at butches, just know you make my day

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literally just want to feel desired and cared for and I really don't