Latest Posts by bendyourmind - Page 7
I fear I have a type, and my type is nerds. Tell me all about your nerdy interests, please? I want to hear you yap while I sit and look at you like you hung the stars in the sky.
*men dni*
sweet angelic femme 4 mean devilish butch thatâs only soft for her
#thats it thats the post #do with that what you will
NERDY BUTCHES COME TO ME BUTCHES WHO WEAR GLASSES COME TO MEEEUHHH PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
cute date idea: you come over and yap to me about everything and everyone you hate as i play with your hair and then we nap
need a silly lil butch to dm me that i can luv with all of my heart!! im bored all the time you'd have my attention undivided
so so silly
save me butch cowboy⌠please⌠butch cowboy save me
AHHHH I need to leave this horrible city and move into a small town with my (future) butch
theyâre so butchfemme coded itâs actually crazy . . .
San Francisco Dyke March 2007 by amaratala
this but butchfemmeâŚ
opposite aesthetic butchfemme couples i love u forever and ever, i donât CARE if theyâre boring !!!
no hate to those who are like this but idk why everyone sees femme as super girly and pink and cute when it has historically been womanly, red, sexy. like high femmes in history, women of strong sexual agency who were (and are) extremely feminine, bring to mind sleek dresses, push-up bras, high heels, dark colors, thigh-slits in gowns, cut-off shorts, pleasers, long red acrylics (lovingly referred to as claws), armpit hair visible when she adjusts her hair, long lashes (false or mascara), low-cut necklines, leather pants, perfume between her tits, fishnets, bikini tops, curlers, garters, mesh stockings, jangly bracelets, corsets, slips, mini-skirts, hoop earrings, silk panties... like where did this coquette neutered tiny ldr baby shit come from respectfully
men, 17-, inc3st/r-pe/ag3pl4y/lesphobic kink apologists dni
butchfemme art :)
loser femme. weirdo loser loner femme even.. perhaps insane femme⌠femme with niche little interests that they never shut up about. yapper femme. adhd femme. autistic femme. femme who needs to leave the grocery store early bc they got overstimulated and grumpy :[ femme with chronic migraines. femme who needs to sit down in the shower. adhd femme who forgets everything x butch who will always remind them !!!!! femme with ocd. femme who is having a panic attack and is having intrusive thoughts about accidentally leaving the hair straightener on x butch who took a pic of it unplugged and turned off. chronically ill femme. disabled femme. femme who canât drive. femme who needs white noise to fall asleep.
this is all me btw if u even care :3
The nude James and Pyramid Head mods are already out- god moves fast, but modders will always move faster.
I LOVE BUTCHES I LOVE BUTCHES I LOVE BUTCHES I LOVE BUTCHES I LOVE BUTCHES
nothing will ever put into words how beautiful, rich and complex the history of butches and femmes is. the way these identities encapsulate the nuance of dyke gender, affection and the inherent longing to be seen - truly seen for who we are, in a world that often times, seems to have forgotten us.
thinking of those who came before us, how the ofos butches would curl a cigarette in their hands, and watch a femme from across the bar with long nails tap her glass, in anticipation of that one moment that tells them both it was all worth it. the gentle smearing of lipstick, the confidence from straightening out a tie. we have always performed for one another, and known each other far beyond the capability or understanding of anyone outside of our community.
i long to see the theatrics, the drawn out gazes filled with the possibilty of something more. the love letters adorned with perfume and spring violets, a gentle hand finding its way underneath the hem of a worn out vest. i long to love and be loved in the only way that we have ever known, with unbridled fervor spilling out at the edges, with the intimacy found beside candlelight and intertwined between satin sheets. the promise that we will always find each other.
Older butches, I love you.
chivalry is my complete and utter weakness. holding my hand and guiding me through a crowd; gently pushing at others that are squeezing me in. good morning texts, good night texts, "I'll be gone for a bit, but I'll text you later" texts. holding doors open for me-- hand on the small of my back as I enter. pushing the grocery cart. fixing my hair. picking up my bag without question when I'm sore. leading in front in haunted houses and holding me during scary movies. "No, don't worry, I got it." "Talk to me, love; I'm here." "He said what to you? Ooh, I'll be right back." making sure I'm fed, making sure I feel okay. beacon of safety-- an unspoken you won't be harmed when I'm near.
nobody understands my love for dainty lace underwear over a full bush