i think it’s kind of ridiculous that we’re alive for such a finite amount of time and we spend so much of it worrying about silly little things like being pretty and palatable
“how come you never invite me on your trips??”
are you emotionally prepared for back to back 16 hr days of looking at churches in undesirable locations with minimal breaks for sustenance
one thing I think the butchfemme community should talk about more is how whiteness shapes the way femininity is imagined, represented, and valued. even within our own spaces.
High af. As a touch deprived child it took me so long to realize my dog just wants me to pet him for no reason sometimes. I’m like you are fed, housed, and appear to be fully functioning. Why r u in my face. I had not accounted for the rest of love. Love to me was only surviving.
Thinking about the lesbian American heiress Natalie Barney. She led a literary salon for Wealthy lesbians in Paris and essentially created the first well documented lesbian community. Here’s her at 21.
if you’re a sensitive woman, you better involve yourself in charity work or helping/working with children. pour all your love and nurturing into the poor, the weak, and children. it’s better than feeling motherly toward evil people just because you see the child in them.
boy toy butches, bottom butches and dapper butches, 90s heartthrob butches and suave and uncool silly butches. butches who love to dress up and butches who can’t be bothered. butches who love to read and listen to classical music and butches who head bang like wild animals.
this and i saw one time someone describing their gender as “I am a woman to lesbians, and a lesbian to others” (so sorry I don’t remember where or who this was bc it was years ago) is how I feel tbh
finding out the artemis ii astronauts talked with poets and studied poetry so they knew how to properly convey what they were seeing in words and saying that the arts played a huge role in their time in space. oh my god
I wish instead of an account on here I had an AM radio station all to myself so I could broadcast to a 300 km stretch of land in rural Canada at night and when lonely travelers accidentally tuned in they would wonder for the rest of their lives if they had hallucinated my voice
There was a beautiful moth in my apartment. We very quickly became friends. Oh how we played! The joy! But then it spurned me. Insulted me. I threw it out into the hallway. It rammed itself into my door over and over, begging for my forgiveness. I fell asleep on the floor