#dyke night

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Dyke Night

Theme: Brat (obvi)

August 27, 2024

Burlesque from Amerys the Empress and Sadhira Sol.

Music by Floressence.

For the first time ever at Savannah’s only official gay club, Club One (basement). We played pool, danced, and tipped those women.

[puppybot]

eugene pride (2024)

[sapphicfeedist]

despite the emotional ups and downs, i’ve been having a pretty debaucherous 2025 so far

[sexygrossgirl10]

hehehe i love dyke night i love dancing with my friends i love taking shots with them and holding their hands and laughing with strangers and kissing my boyfriend and rubbing my butt on him and talking to nice drunk people dyke night in eugene you are my savior

[theauraeater]

goin to dyke night tmw,,,,,, it’s betty boop themed so i am,,,, unsure what to do as a masculine presenting person

[lamestdyke]

i’m not a service top as in “oh i’ll top just because you want me to and i’ll do whatever you ask.”

but rather, a service top as in “i crave nothing more than to bring you the utmost pleasure. the look of bliss on your face as i fuck you is enough to bring me to the edge because topping is an erotic experience in and of itself for me. making you feel as good as humanly possible is my lifeblood. i long to know what makes you tick, what gets you off, what you fantasize about, so that i can pleasure you like you never imagined possible. knowing that you came again and again and again because of my hands, my tongue, my dick, whatever it takes, gives me a sense of fulfilment that i have sought out elsewhere but have not found.” or something like that.

***THIS POST IS ABOUT LESBIAN SEX***

[badolmen]

They don’t even attempt to assassinate US politicians anymore. You notice that? Not since the anthrax scare back for… who was it, Barack? And even that… pathetic. This new generation has no respect for an honest hitman. I’m not sure this new generation has any honest hitman - you see that shit with Boeing? Sloppy, fucking disgraceful - you kill the whistleblowers before they get halfway to a lawsuit. What kind of fucking amateur is doing faked suicides the night before testimony? Goddamn greenhorns. Back in my day someone tried to shoot Ronald Reagan in broad daylight. There used to be bomb threats to Congress. I took out a few union leaders in the utilities sector myself. Today’s generation? Won’t even threaten to throw a punch - not even over on that - what’s it now, ‘X’? They got no guts. None! And they don’t even have poor impulse control to boot! Too much of that - that panopticon anxiety bullshit. “Oh what if I get a called out post???” People used to send the president letters full of bioweapons. In the mail! Today’s generation? Not a chance. All because of woke.

[biracy]

Was gonna post "Palamedes Sextus probably could've become nonbinary tbh" before remembering he does kind of do that. But not in the way I wanted

[shushmal]

There's an incredibly pretty girl at the front desk in Family Video, and Steve—Eddie's boyfriend of eight months—is leaning over the counter with a sly smile and half-lidded eyes.

Eddie pauses in the doorway, struck dumb for a moment as he takes in the scene, and then gleefully ducks down behind the nearest shelf.

"So tell me," Steve says, all low and intimate. "What kind of movie were you looking for?"

"Um," the girl says. She doesn't sound very enthusiastic—barely indulgent at best. Eddie wishes he could see, but any sight of him will ruin Steve's chances right now. He's got a pretty good mental picture though. "I really like those old black and white movies, the really glamorous ones, you know?"

"Oh, totally," Steve sighs, like he's swooning. "Like Cary Grant, Clarke Gabel?" Eddie can practically hear his smirk. "Katharine Hepburn? Ginger Rogers?"

"Oh, I love Ginger Rogers!"

"Really?" Steve says matching her excitement. "Well, you're just in luck! Robin here knows all about those old black and white movies, don't you Robin?"

Eddie presses a hand to his mouth to hide his snickering. Robin had looked like a hooked fish when he'd walked in, she's gotta be gaping stupidly right now. "Uuuh," he hears her mumbling, and tries not to snort too loud. "Y-Yeah, uh, golden age of Hollywood stuff, absolutely. I could? Show you where they are?"

"Oh my gosh, that would be amazing!" the girl says, her interest in the conversation now warmed by several degrees. Eddie is still a little in awe of how well his boyfriend can sniff out gay girls.

"I got the front here, Robin," Steve cuts in smoothly. "You ladies take your time, make sure you pick out a good one!"

Eddie waits another beat, listening at their footsteps shuffle away, before he pops up from behind the shelf. Steve, lighting up like a Christmas tree, beams at him.

"Am I a genius or what?" he whispers, grinning ear to ear.

"Your lesbian powers know no equal," Eddie says just as quietly, taking the girl's spot at the counter, leaning into Steve's space. Steve happily mirrors him, until they're tucked together, the world narrowing down to the two of them. It's Eddie's favorite place to be. "All hail Steve Harrington, blessid he, lesbian whisper. Come to aid all useless queers in the fight against singledom."

"Thank you, thank you," Steve says with an air of novel benevolence. "I promise to only use my powers for good."

"Dingus. Doofus."

They jump away from each other as if shocked. Robin glowers at them both, but the pretty girl behind her is giggling and standing way too close for friendly, just at Robin's elbow.

"Move it, lovebirds," she hisses as she rounds the desk. "I need to check Claire out."

"I think you already have," Steve says. His smile this time is down right evil.

Robin actually hisses at him, and hip checks him away from the register. Eddie does a bow, sweeping his arm out to give Claire the prime spot in front of the desk, before he turns back to Steve.

"My dear, if you could please," he simpers, all posh and nasally. "Show me to your finest, grossest horror movie, thank you my good sir."

"Ugh," Steve groans already heading off into the shelves, not waiting for Eddie to follow. "You're lucky I love you, Ed. Shit gives me nightmares."

"I know," Eddie sings, chasing him. "I love you too."

[that-butch-archivist]

"Marcia and Sarah"

source: Girls' Night Out, photographed by Chloe Atkins

Year of publication: 1998

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Dyke Night

age of aquarius. sav is pack full of lesbians. I've never been to a bar at capacity with a bunch of hotties before.

January 31, 2024

[puppybot]

dyke night (2024)

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WINONA RYDER as "Corky" Night On Earth (1991)

[jenjen4280]

Hanging with our neighborhood friends, the Dirty Girls, enjoying the full moon and toasting marshmallows over the fire pit. It was a good night

[hallowshumour]

Another Bandit redesign. ⭐️🔥

[gingerbreaddyke]

i love being a femme i love that my femme-ness exists even when i am not outwardly visibly femme. i am a femme in my oversized t shirt and jeans that have mud along the cuffs from dragging on the sidewalk. i am a femme in my butch’s button-up shirt. i am a femme when i am fixing things and putting shit together with my short nails that aren’t short because i always want them to be but are short because i don’t want to hurt my butch when i’m running my hands down him. i’m femme when my voice is gravelly and femme when my hair is greasy and femme when i look at the love of my life like i would do anything for them. i am femme not because of the way i like to present myself but next to the way i like to present myself. i’m femme because that’s the way i love my butch and that’s the word that fits even when skirts and dresses won’t. femme for him and femme for me