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ballet femme x boxing butch

a lot of love in this heart and no one to give it to

cold february nights spent cuddling with a lovely butch, making hot chocolate and eating gingerbread cookies, watching our favourite tv show while cozily hugging and kissing under a soft blanket,,

hiding love letters in my butch's jacket for him to find later

i really, really hate the whole "treat butches like women!" discourse because it's so simplistic and frankly misogynistic. there is no such thing as treating someone like a man or a woman, everyone is a peculiar individual who wants to be treated differently. putting butches in dresses or saying "open the doors for them" demonizes an entire identity with history to a patriarchal idea of womanhood. let people be treated how they want to be treated - not as men or women but as humans, with kindness and patience.

butch knight fixing femme princess hair and skirts after one too many kisses

it's so beautiful to think about lesbian history, particularly butchfemme history - how much those people fought for their right to exist and love and express themselves. how i am able to be myself so freely thanks to them. how they created a community in which they belonged, in a world that told them that everything about them was wrong. it takes so much strenght and love and i am so thankful

me and a butch gifting thrifted books to each other, writing little "i love you"'s on the first page, reading to each other until we fall asleep, building a house filled with books and ideas and lots of love.

my biggest craving is probabily community. it can feel so isolating to be a lesbian in this world, especially a butchfemme lesbian. every day i wish for a kind, tight-knit community of butches and femmes made of friendship, mutual respect and protection. where no identity is questioned or mocked, where everyone is free to express themselves as they wish, where no one is afraid to take up space.

forehead kisses and palm kisses and neck kisses and tummy kisses and cheek kisses and

i love and admire butches so much and not just romantically. i admire their strenght to be themselves so unapologetically in such a judgmental world, and the softness and care they have for everyone around them. the soul of a butch is a blend of love and sunshine and it's so soft yet so strong.

hiding love letters in my butch's bag when they leave for work, for him to find later. embroidering our names on every towel in our house. singing together with guitar at night, only a faint light on our faces. baking cookies together and playing with flour. daily acts of domesticity with a lot of love hidden into them.

it takes a very strong butch to handle a soft femme

butch who worships the ground i walk on

kissing under the mistletoe, wrapping gifts for each other, laughing until our belly hurts, decorating the house and the christmas tree with fairy lights and cute ornaments, eating one last piece of dessert together although we are full, watching holiday movies while cuddling under blankets and falling asleep, cozy and in love.