I've seen a lot of posts lately about loser-big-brother-butch summer. but, I pose you this: losergirl femme summer. days spent bedrotting and on butch-femme twitter. always in a perpetual state of longing, hearing about their friends' nights spent out in the club and meeting this person or that person, wanting so badly to have someone to lay with at night but not bothering to actually go out for it. spends long, humid days hunched over the computer or just sitting on their porch and letting the summer heat soak through their skin. they try out different makeup styles and hairdos in the foggy mirror of their childhood bathroom, and huff in exhaustion when they just can't get it right. a little butterfly clip will suffice, they suppose. they complain about their lack of prospects to the kids they babysit, and practically feel their mouth gushing with saliva when they see the one butch in their local area mowing everyone's lawn. they give an air of awkward-but-mysterious big sister, always lurking around every corner of the house, sipping on their soda and keeping to themself. their outings include heading to the mall to try to scramble together an aesthetic they like and going to the book store to find literature that makes them feel more at home. and they want. and want and want want.
