#butchisms

being my femmes guardian angel but in the way where I keep him in my basement and don’t let him out . because he’s safest where I can always have my eyes on him ^_^

Butch/masc euphoria when my coworker told me I was boyfriend-coded bc no one else in my office could get someone’s owala bottle open after they accidentally closed it too tight twice in one day n I was like… step back guys I got this 🫷🏻🙂‍↕️🫸🏻

Good morning to my one follower, my femme. To the rest of you. Die

I smell like a fucking vanilla cupcake. Like a real man should

I was meant to live inside my femmes devices as an angel made of circuitry and interwebs that never needed to sleep so I could always be around for him but nooooo i had to be made of flesh and bone apparently