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This list is for thirsty butches and femmes who need to read a good book. You’re Welcome.

All the Pretty Things Rae D Magdon

Departure from Script by Jae

 Second Nature by Jae

Backwards to Oregon by Jae 

The Cain Casey Series by Ali Vali

Homecoming By Nell Stark

The Princess and the Prix by Nell Stark

Micky Knight Series by J.M Redmann

 Emma Victor Book Series by Mary Wings

Winds of Fortune by Radclyffe

The Color of Love by Radclyffe

Above All, Honor by Radclyffe

Blind Eye Mystery series by Diane and Jacob Anderson-Minshall

A Royal Romance by Jenny Frame

Unexpected by Jenny Frame

Royal Rebel by Jenny Frame

Heart of the Pack by Jenny Frame

Courting the Countess by Jenny Frame

Sword of the Guardian by Merry Shannon

Crybaby Butch by Judith Frank

 The Harder She Comes: Butch Femme Erotica by D.L King

Sometimes She Lets Me: Best Butch Femme Erotica by  Tristan Taormino 

Back to Basics: A Butch-femme Anthology by  Therese Szymanski 

A Touch of Temptation by Julie Blair 

Playing Passion’s Game by Lesley Davis 

Built to Last by Aurora Rey 

Butch Girls Can Fix Anything by Paula Offutt 

Goldenseal by Gill McKnight 

Heart of the Game by Rachel Spangler 

The Dyke and the Dybbuk by Ellen Galford is great!

Need:

4 cups flour. Regular is fine. Bread flour not required. Cheap store brand flour is imho the best, because it is the least picky.

2 cups water (Or milk if you’d like)

1 Packet yeast

1 Tablespoon salt

2 Tablespoon sugar

4 tablespoons oil, whatever you’ve got. Butter, melted, works too.

EXTREMELY OPTIONAL: spices, herbs, dried fruit, seeds, nuts, any combination of these. I don’t like putting that stuff in my day to day bread, Ryan does. Do what you want.

Some extra oil for the bowl

Sheet pan

1 bowl

Bench flour (it’s just extra regular flour for kneading)

A towel

Steps:

Preheat oven to 375F. 

Place 1 packet yeast and like, ¼ cup of the water (tepid, not cold) + 1 tablespoon of sugar into your bowl. Wait 10 minutes. Bubbling? Good.

Dunk the rest of the food stuff in the bowl.

Mix until combined.

Flour your counter.

Tip out onto counter, knead for like 15 minutes.

Oil bowl.

Put dough back in bowl.

Cover with towel.

Wait for like an hour-ish. Dough should double in size. 

Oil sheet pan.

Place dough on sheet pan. Form a bit into like, a dome or a loaf or something, idk I’m not your mom.

Into the oven for 45 minutes.

Crank the heat to 425F.

Continue to bake for 5-20 minutes until browned. (The time varies wildly because ovens have differing efficiencies in getting hot.)

Remove.

You can either eat it RIGHT THE FUCK NOW, ripping chunks of it with your hands in what is known in my house as “goblin bread”. Goes best with a nice butter and some fancy cheeses, but goblin bread is equally delicious by itself. Yum! OR You have to wait until the loaf is ROOM TEMPERATURE. ALL THE WAY. 100%. 

Works better if you have a dutch oven or loaf pan but it works just fine on a baking sheet.

I was told by my professors that Kitty Genovese was a 28-year-old unmarried woman who was attacked, raped, and brutally murdered on her way home from her shift as manager of a bar. I was told that numerous people witnessed the attack and her cries for help but didn’t do anything because they “assumed someone else would”. Nobody intervened until it was too late. 

What I was not told was that Kitty Genovese was a lesbian who lived more or less openly with her partner in the Upper West Side and managed a gay bar. 

Now… is it likely that people overheard Kitty’s cries for help and ignored them because they thought someone else would deal with it? Or, perhaps, did they ignore her because they knew she was a lesbian and just didn’t care?

Maybe that’s not the case. Maybe it was just a random attack. Maybe her neighbours didn’t know she was gay, or didn’t care.

But it’s a huge chunk of information to leave out about her in a supposedly scientific study of events, since her sexuality made her much more vulnerable to violent crimes than the average person. And it’s a dishonour to her memory.

RIP Kitty Genovese. Society may only remember you for how you died, but I will remember you for who who were.

One shouted out his window for the attacker to leave her alone, which did successfully scare the man off temporarily.

Another called the police but, seeing her still on her feet, said only that there had been a fight but the woman seemed to be okay.

And when Kitty Genovese was finally attacked in a vestibule where she couldn’t be seen from outside, Karl Ross, a neighbor, saw what was happening but was too frightened himself to go to her rescue–so he started calling other neighbors to ask what he should do. Eventually one of them told him to call the police, which he did, and the woman he called, Sophie Farrar, rushed out to help Kitty even though she didn’t know whether the attacker was gone.

Kitty Genovese died in the arms of a neighbor who tired to help and comfort her while they waited for the police and ambulance to arrive. Kitty was in fact still alive, although mortally wounded, when the ambulance reached the scene.

The man who saw the final stabbing? Who panicked and called other neighbors first instead of the police? The man who said, infamously, that he “didn’t want to get involved” because he was reluctant to turn to the police for help? He was thought to be gay himself. He was a friend of Kitty and Mary Ann’s. After being interviewed by the police he took a bottle of vodka to Mary Ann and sat with her, trying to comfort her.

So, no. I don’t think the evidence indicates that Kitty Genovese’s neighbors let her die because she was a lesbian, because Kitty Genovese’s neighbors tried to help.

See also: Debunking the Myth of Kitty Genovese (The New York Post)

A Call for Help (The New Yorker)