have I mentioned on here before that as a child I thought that "dyke" meant "badass" because I was trying to use context clues based on who I heard my parents friends call dykes
the way I learned that it was actually a word people use for lesbians, and many people find it offensive, was when my teacher was wearing a leather jacket that I thought looked really cool, and you'll never guess what I said.
I wanna suck strap & watch a movie together. Not really with any goal in mind even. Just my head in your lap, my lips sliding so slow up & down the shaft, your hands tangled in my hair. Just relaxed & sleepy together. Maybe Iβm too tired to do anything else but youβd know I still like to enjoy you. Just lazily licking on your cock til I fall asleep.
behind my :3 lays a very evil and perverted girl
i love perverted, depraved little bunny femmes who beg to be bred until theyβre overstimulated little fucked out messes for me.
the concept of a gym butch stretching me out.. feeling their hands on my thighs and hips as they spread my legs wider while their strap is buried deep inside me..
Newlyweds featured in Venus Magazine Vol 4,1998
butch bf pls find me i wanna play in the snow with you. i wanna take a freezing cold midnight walk with you. i wanna come back inside and hold each other so close to warm up. i wanna drink hot chocolate in the bath with you. i wanna snuggle you naked under the covers. i wanna kiss you and touch you and tell you how much i love you. i wanna make you feel good i wanna hold you inside me and never let you go. i wanna keep you warm and safe and loved forever. ugh.
my nervous system is so tired
Your fat body is not a placeholder for a "better" you. It IS you. And you deserve love and respect NOW.
βI loved you before I was born. It doesnβt make sense, I know. I saw your eyes before I had eyes to see. And Iβve lived longing for your every look ever since. That longing entered time as this body. And the longing grew as this body waxed. And the longing grows as this body wanes. That longing will outlive this body. I loved you before I was born. It makes no sense, I know. Long before eternity, I caught a glimpse of your neck and shoulders, your ankles and toes. And Iβve been lonely for you from that instant. That loneliness appeared on earth as this body. And my share of time has been nothing but your name outrunning my ever saying it clearly. Your face fleeing my ever kissing it firmly once on the mouth. In longing, I am most myself, rapt, my lamp mortal, my light hidden and singing. I give you my blank heart. Please write on it what you wish.β
β Li-Young Lee, from The Undressing: Poems;Β βI loved you before I was bornβ (via feral-ballad)