your silence is noticed.
if I ever see another single person shitting on butches, specially stone butches I'm going to become the main slasher around.
This also goes for any type of discrimination towards them; sexualisation, accusations of predatory behavior, transphobic rhetoric, etc.
happy butch appreciation day to every butch out there! sending you all little kisses and hugs. I'm blessed to be in community with you all, and jolly to see so many of you thriving on here.
I wish you the best every damn day for the rest of my life, every day should be a day to be appreciative of butchness.
if u do not like hairy butches u are weak!! but also more for me
when they're out of touch and out of time
could talk for hours about the biases and ableism in wanting strong bodied butches specifically and rejecting those who are not. Same with fatphobia.
where are the stone butches in my area
has anyone seen them?
attentively, a high femme lesbian
P. D: I know two stone butches in my country through Twitter and one of them has told me that he knows other butches in their area (interestingly enough he has also added that it has been stranger, in their experiences, to meet lesbians who are femme rather than other butches).
reblog if you’re gay and your glasses are dirty
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My name is Aya, I'm 29 years old. I'm married to Jihad, who is 32, and we have three beautiful children: Abdelrahman (7 years old), Jori (5 years old), and Adam (2 years old). We live in the northern part of Gaza.
Abdelrahman, Adam, and Jori are the heartbeat of my heart and the light of my life.
Abdelrahman: the lion of the house, the helpful and loving boy to his siblings and family.
Jori: my beloved girl, the one closest to my heart, and my little mini-me.
Adam: my little hero and my spoiled child.
Since the onset of the latest war in Gaza, our home has been completely destroyed, forcing us into displacement. We’ve had to move more than thirteen times in search of safety. During this harrowing journey, we faced severe hunger and malnutrition that nearly took my life and the lives of my children. Additionally, we were exposed to numerous contagious diseases and dangerous epidemics.
Before: This is our home, our dream, and our promising future.
My children have to travel long distances just to get water and stand in line for hours to get food. Their mental health has been shattered by the war, their education has come to a halt, and they have suffered from catastrophic hunger that almost claimed their lives.
After: This is our home, built with our sweat and effort, and it has been completely destroyed.
The Right to a Peaceful Life
My children deserve to live a peaceful life free from fear and anxiety. I dream of your help to support my family and escape this genocide. Your assistance means the world to me and my children.
Your donations can be a beacon of hope for us. Every dollar can help save my children's lives and give them a chance to live in peace. Your prayers for us to overcome this ordeal and lift the siege are greatly needed.
Lesbian is NOT a dirty word.
Again, LESBIAN IS NOT A DIRTY WORD!!!
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For someone who is tired 100% of the time, I sure am bad at sleeping.
she/they 21 mentally ill, high femme lesbian into Nana, queer horror and theory. rambles about lesbian literature. monogamous & single femme4butch TERFS + MINORS + MEN DNI/DNF
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