Ever

sometimes i wonder if im actually butch or if im a poser then i remember that sincerely the most turned on ive ever been in my entire life was the day a femme (who i always held the door for of course) was walking a few feet ahead of me, reached the doorway, then STOPPED and waited for me to open it for her like she wouldn’t be caught dead touching a door handle when i was around. like she had forgotten how to open it herself. like it would burn her if she touched it. i still think about her all the time.

the best thing about this post is seeing femmes in the tags saying stuff like like “oh ive never thought about this. i should stop being so hyper independent and let my butch take care of me” YES!!! MY EVIL PLAN IS WORKING!!!

no one:

Let’s compromise