Sweet Femmes. Femmes Like Sugar That Melt Under Your Touch. Femmes With Flesh To Grope And Squish And

Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student

"pillow princess just do nothing" okay so WHO'S spending hours doing their hair up so their butch can tangle their fingers in it? who's putting on their makeup making sure to choose lipstick that leaves marks on their butch's skin, choosing mascara they know will run to spur their butch on further? who's done their nails so they can drag it down the length of their butch's biceps? who's put on the perfectly-calculated set of lingerie knowing it will set off their butch the moment it peeks underneath their dress- need i go on?

femme as in, “what can i bring to the party?”

femme as in, “yes i’ll hold your baby so you can shower.”

femme as in, “let me host this time!”

femme as in, “of course i’ll help you clean your room.”

femme as in, “it’s cold, do you want to borrow a sweater?”

femme as in, “i can give you a ride to your doctor’s appointment.”

femme as in, “i brought you a snack from the place you like!”

femme as in, “how’s your family?”

femme as in, “yeah, i have time to talk!”

femme as in, “i heard you were sick, i’m bringing medicine and soup.”

femme as in, “it’s no problem, i love to help!”

femme as in, “i love you, please let me take care of you.”

Happy 4/20 to the high femmes and stoned butches, lighting one up for you right now.

“how to engage in courting rituals 1950′s butch style in the bar” an essay by merril mushroom, published in common lives/lesbian lives: a lesbian feminist quarterly no. 4, summer 1982

John Yau, from "Borrowed Love Poems," featured in Boston Review (edited)

*offers you a cigarette except out of a crayon box and it's a crayon*

these panties would be so hot with full bush

like a furry sensory book

Calamity Jack

"i've got you" "you're okay" "it's okay i'm here" during sex,,, aahaahaa aheheeeeheee