How I Be After My Butch Does Exactly What I Tell Him To (go Enjoy His Day Off With Friends Instead Of

All I want is to take care of her.

To be able to come over anytime she just needs someone there. To be able to hold her, and make her feel safe. To offer comfort and to let her know she’s so incredibly special.

I want to make her comfort food and get her favourite drink. I want to pack her bag in the evening so she can stay in bed a few minutes longer in the morning. I want to give her my shirt or hoodie to wear, so she knows I’m always with her. I want to give her comfort with the smallest gestures, a hug just because, holding her hand when she’s next to me.

I want her to know she’s not alone, and that I would do absolutely anything for her. I want to make the bad days a little easier, and the good days even better <3

Me irl

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf

Things that leveled me up as a Dyke Pt. 2

When I had dyke sex in the parking lot of the fire and brimstone church I grew up in

When a girl drew protective sigils on my arm for weeks after she overheard me tearing apart her old roommate for saying transphobic shit about her

When the sleep study doctor told me I have a medically large tongue and my wife shouted "I KNEW IT"

When the butch at the hardware store told me the shelf cutting machine broke and we spent 20min cutting shelves with bolt cutters for my wife's closet.

At the RenFaire, my wife tried the knife throwing but couldn't get it, then got huffy when I told her how to do it. She handed me the last knife and told me it's not that easy. I did not tell her I threw knives a lot as a kid, so with all her bags and jewelry balanced in one arm, I flipped the knife a couple times and sunk it into the wooden target guy. Felt like a damn hallmark movie and I loved it.

When an Aussie woman in a hotel lobby asked me to please please keep talking because she was fascinated by my american southern accent. I called her darlin and she blushed.

When my wife's grandfather was fine with her being a lesbian largely because I was such a big help with the cattle

When I moved an iron bedframe into the garden for my wife's coworker and she asked how long we'd been together. The answer was that morning. We'd been going steady for about an hour.

When I taught my wife how to waltz

Behind every butch daddy that thinks they have all the control is a needy, bratty femme that actually gets whatever she wants

i honestly forget how dehumanizing it feels to be in predominantly white queer spaces. i see a handful of lesbians of color and its like the sun hitting me after a very cold and bleak winter.

From a little zine I made :)

John Berryman, from The Heart is Strange: New Selected Poems; "Posthumous Dream Songs,"

found this at my local library and i think the library just fagged it up and dyked it out real fast we are lezzing together now