And in this world, we have so much love left to give. But we keep it rationed inside the crevices of old corpses. Morbid curiosity, like an owl watching it’s prey. How the rats scurry over the barren forest floor fighting to feast. There is always one runt left cuddling the carrion, burying to keep warm in the rotten flesh. Starving it’s self for comfort until the corpse turns to bone and the only choice is to eat it’s own limbs. Animalistic, opportunistic, it’s instinctual to devour ourselves. Blunt teeth chittering against brittle bones. The owl could swoop from where it’s perched, take the sorry rat into it’s claws in one fellow swoop. But it wont, for now, the summers are growing harsher, there’s an aching pit in her stomach too. Leave it too long and you’ll grow anxious without it. Soft flesh like overripe fruit, we gorge on ourselves sick on the taste of our own skin. Better mine than yours, better yours than mine. You never asked to be the vermin, they only labeled you that way. So you can either eat the pesticides or eat yourself. I never asked to be the predator, they only bred me this way. It's survival of the fittest. You will eat yourself, and I will eat you. I want to live, I want to live, I want to live.
untitled, mixed media, 11″ x 14″ bristol
An opium den in New York City in 1902.
excerpt from the lesbian almanac compiled by the national museum & archive of lesbian and gay history, 1996
"Sketches of Isadora Duncan dancing by Maurice Denis." The art of the dance [by] Isadora Duncan. 1928.
Internet Archive
From a book uploaded by associate-emily-neff.
I’m thankful for all the different ways I can eat potatoes
i must take painkillers. painkillers are the pain killer
Dick from a girl who doesn’t care whether it’ll fit or not
“I had this girlfriend once scared all my other girlfriends off. Big, blond, shy, and butch, just out of the army, drove a two-door Chevy with a reinforced trunk and wouldn’t say why. … She blushed. I love it when women blush, especially those big butch girls who know you want them. And I wanted her. I did. I wanted her. But she was a difficult woman, wouldn’t let me give her a backrub, read her palm, or sew up the tear in her jeans—all those ritual techniques Southern femmes have employed in the seduction of innocent butch girls.”
— Dorothy Allison, Two or Three Things I Know for Sure
i made a list while i was hiking apparently
that pistachio completely sealed in its shell is scared and alone, like a miner trapped by rubble. you need to free it by any means necessary. get the gun from your dad's cabinet
I don't want to be a party pooper but the lesbian community still has so much fatphobia and lookism to unlearn, it's genuinely sad. I always want to elaborate but every time this topic comes around it feels like screaming at the wall.
Learn to love fat femmes. Not "because they are soft", not because there "is more to bite". Love and respect fat femmes for who they are.
Same goes for fat butches, they are not only lovable because "they are beefy" or "they can put their weight on you" or some other shit. They are lovable because they are themselves, just like you are you.
You don't have to make us feel better about ourselves with all these backhanded compliments. Just make us feel like everyone else and start viewing fat bodies as normal and desirable ones without making it weird.
i didnt hear what you said
hold on i need to blow my nose
wow
i feel kind of nauseous
is this anything
i don't know
this kind of reminds me of that one song
we can probably ignore that noise if you want to
why is my sock wet
it smells bad in here
that was weird
where are my glasses
ow
this is normal
sorry
just 2 chill people chilling
this is cool
can you say that again
are we good
youre actually naked
that video of all those sabrina carpenters killing miku in fortnite makes me sad. it reminds me of high school
Adonis Blue (Lysandra bellargus) butterflies basking in the sun.
yes I'm at Wendy's yes my cunt is out
Marie Sauvage x Bernardin Décalogue
license for prostitution: 1881
Ashtray from Mona’s 440 Club, circa 1940s.
ok i've been called a sex freak tranny too i get where you're coming from but like also please be more careful with extremely vague posts about Problematic Kinks
no. people's openness about what two consenting adults can do in private has no bearing on how likely they are to be child abusers or close ranks about child abusers & thinking there is some correlation is a sign that your stance on sexual abuse is mediated more by disgust reaction and aesthetic associations than by structural analysis. there is a pretty hard and obvious line between not condemming consensual sex acts between adults and being a pedophile and thinking that it's some sort of spectrum or slippery slope there imo speaks poorly to your conceptualization of why SA is a bad thing.
people love to say that X or Y kink Normalizes Abuse, but, like, actually think about communities where sexual abuse is 'normalized' in society. is the problem with the catholic church that it's too pro-kink? is the problem with US professional gymnastics that it's too pro-kink? is the problem with the amish that they're too pro-kink? was the problem with the british entertainment industry in the 1970s that it was too pro-kink? is the problem with the prison system that it's too pro-kink? &c. &c. &c.
sexual abuse doesn't happen because people are degenerate perverts and everyone is too accepting of that, sexual abuse happens because society is full of institutions that give adults structural power over children and men structural power over women. giving credence to the former, even in the form of thinking you have to be "super careful" about perverts, is a straightforwardly reactionary position.
a significant portion of this website that cannot stop calling things pornbrained or degenerate or using the r slur or participating in gangstalking minorities want you to believe that they have a real genuine and pure-hearted concern over the danger posed to others by "ex-4chan transfems"
friendly reminder that “boydyke” has existed for a very very very very long time and transmen, genderqueers, trans women, transfemmes and transmascs have been a part of the lesbian community for as long as its been around and we ain’t going no where!
our type of girls rule!!!
This is a card handmade by our 8 year-old tomboy friend, as a thank you for Ivan’s help building her new playhouse (which includes a pulley system! and a movable ship’s wheel!). Ivan’s name is written in flames inside the card, and our tomboy friend enclosed three photos of herself fishing and climbing ropes. We LOVE this kid.
Were you lucky enough to have a butch or femme buddy or role model as a kid?
(photo credit: Mél Hogan, a.k.a. one of the queer geniuses behind No More Potlucks)
i forgot to post this but which one of you lame ass nerds works at my dentists old office
me impatiently to the little french cat boiling me in a stew: chat am I cooked
not now sweetie, mom’s getting really annoyed by the way some so-called “femmes” on here treat and talk about butches like we’re only here to serve them as kink, sex, money and physical labor dispensers.
we’re people too, with feelings and wants and needs. we need protection, we need nurturing, we need the humanity so many others fail to grant us. we turn to femmes for that humanity when the world takes it from us.
you’re not protecting us when you’re asking us to throw our personhood away. you’re not protecting us when you project an unrealistic idealized version of butchness (read: sanitized masculinity) onto us of some short-cropped, perfectly muscular and suave persona with a bottomless wallet. you’re not protecting us when you ask us to go against the very morals that form the makeup of our identity.
don’t forget the dynamic goes both ways.
Hello to all the lesbians in my phone!
I’m running a dyke show celebrating pride in July and to be honest, there’s very little to feel pride about whilst living in the UK at the moment so i’m looking for submissions of lesbians love letters to read out during the show as a little bit of positivity.
Whether it’s a love letter you’ve sent to your girlfriend, a letter your lesbian lover has written to you, or a love letter you’ve written for your dyke crush that you’re too scared to give them, I’d love for you to either anonymously submit them to me on my page or send them to me as a message.
Especially interested in hearing from butch4butch, butch/femme, and t4t lesbian couples but are open to lesbian love letters from all lesbians!
Pancho Villa (1998) by Chloe Sherman