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watched an amazing late 80s dyke porno last night abt two suburban dykes hiring a leather butch escort n theres a lil scene where the butch like chastises them abt safe sex and dykes being able to get AIDs too it was incredible lmao

it doesn't surprise me that this film had a little homily about AIDS. the woman on the left is Sharon Mitchell, who was a big advocate for AIDS testing in the industry and founded a clinic specializing in testing adult film actors for AIDS. she's a public health legend with a PhD in human sexuality.

i had no idea! thanks for sharing, thats awesome

no one talks about how much of a fight it is to be butch. i want to say it came naturally but it didn’t. because I spent an entire lifetime learning to be the kind of woman my parents could be proud of and when they weren’t I tore myself apart from the inside looking for love in every corner of the world and came up empty handed. but I remember the first moment I ever felt I could breathe. I sat in a barber’s chair. my hair still wet from the cut. spiky remnants of my mother’s pride clinging to my neck and my cheeks. I remember the gravel of the barber’s voice as he said “stop that now you’re gonna make me cry” when I told him I had been holding my breath my entire life. I’d been holding it in right up until the moment I felt his clipper on the back of my neck.

“I am looking respectfully” “im so normal about this” can you bark actually? Can you hit yourself over the head w a frying pan like a cartoon wolf? Can you look at it derangedly please?

sorry for being so submissive that it gives you the mindset of a feral predator desperate to fuck and hurt me but like.. someone’s gotta do it yknow