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Butch and Femme smoke session filmed on my JVC camcorder

As a physically abled, white butch my duty is to protect my community. Not just the people closest to me but every single marginalized person. Both because I am strong and tough and it makes me feel good to be reliable and helpful to everyone, and also because my privilege puts me in a position to push back safer. I pass in my day to day life and I'm perceived as at most a queer white man, and in that I hold the power to push against oppressive forces because I am at a far less risk of, to be terribly frank, DYING! And it is fulfilling to me to hold this role because I truly get a will to live out of wanting to do better for every person, out of knowing that I am doing at least something to make this place more accepting and livable for those around me. And I think it's also important to remember that supporting your community as a butch isn't only about being a tough protector type but also about providing! Feeding people, housing those in need, protecting disabled people and masking! I feel like I'm just shouting into the void with this but it's in my heart so I must let it out! Be loving Be caring Come together but also Be proactive, have safety plans, be armed, work out, build endurance, stockpile. the fall of empires does not happen suddenly the fascism cookie crumbles and there's crumbs fucking everywhere. Do not let the media deceive you, you can recognize fascism and when you do, do not let them tell you you are mistaken. I am Transexual I am Butch and I am not scared I am prepared and you should be too

My femme is a drummer in a girly and I love her shows more than anything. Shes a hard drummer, smashing cymbals, I watch her arms knowing how strong they are. How much work they can do. Shes cocky up there on stage, twirling her sticks, her fingers are so FUCKING HOT talented. And god is she a performer, making faces, working up the crowd. They've been covering Wet by Dazey and The Scouts, and this is a crowd favorite for obvious reasons, such a good song, but my god I can't handle myself when she's singing and drumming through it. Shes loud, I'm in the crowd, it's like she's just singing to me, tauntingly moaning just for me. Her tits bouncing, her hair flowing around her, the sheer passion for her craft, her art. She is divine and she is mine. When the gig wraps up is my time to shine. I get to go on stage, sneak a quick kiss that lingers longer than my bashful Femme would like to in front of everyone, gather up all my girl's equipment and proudly walk out showing how big and strong and butch I am. I am her work horse, she works her beautiful art and I haul. It's always funny, the drummer of a semi popular local band is gonna get flirted with, but holy hell after every show she gets stopped like 5 times by lesbians telling her just how great she played and how good her original songs are. And they are right. but I see how they eye fuck her from the crowd. I know the same look is on my face but she is mine. I lied previously, my real time to shine is in the bedroom after the show. When I get to perform just for her, show her how strong I can be, and show her that she is absolutely mine all mine. I love fucking her brains out until she's too stupid to play her instruments, her eyes rolling back shit by the end she's barely speaking. Eating her clit, making her actually moan, she's no longer performing, her body just displaying her pleasure so naturally. This is my art, her moans are my music, and by god I am dedicated to my art.

A femme top seems to be a rare species, so dear Butches, if you ever find yourself in the situation of bottoming for such a fine specimen consider yourself lucky. Me and my girl are both switch vers so this dynamic is one we tend to find ourselves in. My favorite way this fantasy plays out is when She gets to be strong and sadistic and I get to prove how tough I am. Show her how much pain I can take, how much I'm willing to take for her. Giving myself to her entirely, servicing her, riding her, showing how much I desperately need her to fuck me exactly how she wants to. Nothing fulfills me like knowing that I can take all her frustrations and turn them into a shuttering pleasure. My Femme LOVES impact play. She's a strong girl, a drummer so core and arms worked out a lot, she does not go easy on me. Although she has all this strength, shes struggled to bruise me, until recently. She's found that using my collar (a spoon ring she bought me and a chain I put together) to hit me in repeated succession I bruise well. The way her face lit up when she realized that the ring was leaving purple circles on my thighs sent fucking shivers down my spine. What often brings us to the climax of our session is when I get bratty enough to really pull the worst out of her. A strong bite, some spit in her face, or asking "why are you fucking me like a pathetic bitch?" typically does the trick. She works herself up off my words, quickening her thrust, muttering mean, and gritting her teeth, and I'm under her just taking all her anger. The fight ends and I'm holding her small frame, letting her fingers trace over my bruises, her kissing them and me better, telling me how proud she is. I am hers and she is mine and in those moments I am certain of the fact that I can take whatever she needs me to. I am her good butch and she is my protected femme.

Me and my femme both work at the same ~undisclosed grocery store~ and it drives me nuts. She works on the customer service very people facing end, and I, in the stocking, lifting, and moving shit end. I walk around all day picking up heavy shit, getting sweaty, thinking all. day. long. The real issue arises because we typically have mind blowing sex every morning before work. And I'm on testosterone... so I'm insatiably horny. So I fuck her brains out, remain horny even after, then I have to see her at work all smiley and interacting with customers, knowing who she really is. Knowing that that beautiful tall glass of water turns into a brainless puddle when my bottom growth is in her face. She'll wave at me all innocently, while I remember the way she looked while I pinned her by her pretty little hips and slammed myself into her. She's also on estrogen so she's growing tits right in front of my eyes. Doing her best to "boymode" at work, but I know what hides under those sweatshirts. I know that I wake up every morning and see her breast filling and rounding out. Do you know what it does to a butch like me to see them peek through? I'm walking around work rocking the hardest 2 incher in the world. I know I will get her all to myself when I am home, but god I NEED HER NOW