⚢ every day is butch appreciation day! ⚢
You have noooo idea how long we’ve been waiting to show you guys these “Beloved Butch” and “Beloved Femme” heart-shaped mini carabiners! ♥️❣️♥️
i love being femme. i love embracing my femininity in the queerest way possible. i love being femme in a way that says “fuck you” to the misogyny that has, for so long, made me hate my femininity and my queer womanhood. i love being femme.
i love being butch. i love subverting traditional masculinity through the lens of queer womanhood. i love the euphoria i get from thinking of myself as a queer woman in a man way. i love being butch in a way that says “fuck you” the idea that i have to be palatable to the desires of cishet men. i love being butch.
i love being butch-femme. i love the fluidity of my gender, like the tides of the sea, taking me back and forth between the joys of queer femininity and the joys of queer masculinity with a peaceful cadence. i love expressing my femininity through my masculinity and my masculinity through my femininity, i love blending them like the colors of a radiant sunset. i love being butch-femme.
HI hello i’m a femme lesbian and i just wanna thank you for existing because you’re wonderful!!!
also,,, i just wanna declare that butches are a BLESSING and i love them (i love my butch gf the most tho sorry)
It always and forever will warm by butch heart when I hear a femme express her adoration for her butch.
The connections butches and femmes can share is such a beautiful thing. Unique, powerful. Life changes once embraced.
Thank you for sharing.
Hi i'm looking for light hearted wlw ya books with not a lot of drama one character being masculine presenting would be great but totally not necessary I just want something cute
*coughs in the general direction of my upcoming YA, Home Field Advantage*
Sorry, had something stuck in my throat. (Not a lot of YA with masc-presenting halves of couples, especially in books that are relatively lighthearted.) Truly, none of these are the fluffiest of the fluff, but I'll mention the others I know that are on the lighter end of the spectrum, which are Girl Mans Up by M-E Girard, Like Other Girls by Britta Lundin, and The Weight of the Stars by K. Ancrum (lightly speculative).
Anyway! Focusing on the more lighthearted part, try She Gets the Girl by Rachael Lippincott and Alyson Derrick, You Should See Me in a Crown by Leah Johnson, Dating Sarah Cooper by Siera Maley, Tell Me How You Really Feel by Aminah Mae Safi, Some Girls Do by Jennifer Dugan, She Drives Me Crazy by Kelly Quindlen, Hani and Ishu's Guide to Fake Dating by Adiba Jaigirdar, Love & Other Natural Disasters by Misa Sugiura, and once again self-promoting, Cool for the Summer.
Shrek and Fiona are Butch-Femme and no one can change my mind.
Me and my girl on Valentine’s Day a few years ago (2014, I think).
Dear Miryam,
Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. You and I never made a huge deal about this day because we both thought it was kind of a made-up holiday to sell people things, but we usually went to dinner the day before and I would get you flowers and something sparkly and pretty. It was a nice excuse to dress up and enjoy each other’s company.
Today has been one actual month since you died. I don’t understand how that’s possible, because it feels like it’s been a year, at least.
I had a dream about you last night. You were much older, and halfway through the dream I realized that you were walking around while you talked to me. All the swelling in your poor body the last few months of your life was gone, and you were able to move around and walk just as if you’d never fallen and broken your back. I don’t remember what you said when I asked you how come you could walk now, but I remember being so glad that you were well and whole and happy.
I don’t think I believe much in an afterlife or that people can visit us after they die, but there’s just enough doubt in my belief system that I’m going to choose to believe that maybe, maybe, you visited me last night. I think I like believing that somewhere out there in the universe you are well, free of pain, and enjoying the hell out of your re-found abilities to walk and move and dance. And that you have, for whatever reason, a full head of shimmery silver hair. You always wanted silver hair as an elder, but you died too young -- even at 46, your hair hadn’t begun to go gray.
I miss you. I love you. I see you everywhere and nowhere and everywhere.
It’s 12:34 and I love you. Happy Valentine’s Day, Miryam, my sparkly princess femme.
Love always,
Joey
