#femme musings

[confemme]

❆ ʾʿ ִ femmes that know how to flirt but get so flustered around their crush that their words slip to the back of their throat

❆ ʾʿ ִ femmes that overthink and underact and can never breathe

❆ ʾʿ ִ femmes that try not to be too obvious out of fear of a rejection they might not even receive

❆ ʾʿ ִ femmes that look down whenever their crush smiles in their direction

❆ ʾʿ ִ femmes that twiddle with their fingers and bite their lip and god she won’t notice me but all i see is her

❆ ʾʿ ִ femmes who don’t quite know what to do with their big emotions

❆ ʾʿ ִ femmes that are always single

❆ ʾʿ ִ femmes who are hopeless romantics

❆ ʾʿ ִ femmes that daydream

femmes femmes femmes

[rosebudprincess]

femme, in what way?

femme in the way i place kiss marks on everything

femme in the way i routinely wear the jewelry that makes me feel pretty

femme in the way i play dress up in my room every chance i get

but also femme in the way i walk with my chin held high

femme in the way that my heels clack on the floor everytime

femme in the way i beam out a smile and a “good morning!” when i walk into a room

but also femme in the way i quirk my brow at offputting statements

femme in the way my eyes glare at the sight of people placing discomfort towards the ones i love

femme in the way the tone of my voice immediately changes as i defend butches and studs with my life from people who discriminate against them

but also femme in the way i always remind the ones i love to take care of themselves

femme in the way i dote on my beloveds whenever i can

femme in the way i never shy to say i love you to the people i care about deeply

[femme-musings]

Mascs and butches and studs who like being called pretty boy.

Reblog if you agree.

[confemme]

love you lesbians with depraved and pervated ways and a fucked up sense of gender

[cloudslexapro]

nothing smells better than airspun face powder. nothing!!

[femme-musings]

Me in plant form

Recently discovered a love of being called princess ee 💞

girls don’t want boys.

they want philodendron pink princess plant

[femme-musings]

Butch hands 🤝 Femme thighs

@transient-butch

[lavend3r-stardust]

When their pussy is so needy that you can feel their clit throb your name in morse code. Your firm hands on their hips help them hump the strap in your sweatpants, and then they leave little wet stains on your clothes and grind harder on your bulge 😩😖

[that-butch-archivist]

"Today, I am wearing my hair long and permed into full curls around my face, tying it up in sheer, silken scarves. I often choose to be late for a date rather than go out feeling "unfinished," which some days means a little powder and Chap Stick and other days means a total makeover. I wear long silk shirts and fluffy sweaters when I want, and regard the word pretty as a compliment again. Still, I know I am regarded as a failure and even a traitor by many in this [lesbian] club because I suffer occasional self-recrimination for being a size sixteen instead of a size six, because I enjoy wearing miniskirts and stockings, because I apparently care about and conform to the opinions of the "wrong" people (people in that other world who label us unacceptable or unfit). They say I am selling out, catering to patriarchy, being codependent on my mother and her opinions. Choose your descriptors, choose your chains. Too often, the saleswomen of the so-called freedom are more like the neo-conservatives and fundamentalists of the world, who say, "Do it our way or don't expect any privileges." They are not selling us the right to be who we want to be, they are selling us the right to be what they believe we should want to be. Sometimes, those rights are the same thing. More often, they are not. And when they are not, worlds may collide in a firestorm of indignation, embarrassment, and rage. I want that freedom they sold me. I want the freedom to love women, passionately and overwhelmingly. I want the freedom to love them the way I want, whether I wear a lace dress or jeans, whether I wear press-on nails or no lipstick. I want the freedom to feel sexy at 170 pounds. I want to do aerobics without resorting to stealth maneuvers. And I want the freedom to be who I am, without embarrassment or fear. I want no exceptions, no contingencies, no caveats. And if our community cannot--or will not--grant that freedom, I, and those like me, the rebel-conformists if you will, will take it. We will even steal it if we must. They'll be surprised at how fast we can run in those tight skirts and pumps."

- An excerpt from "Supercolliding over a Twinkie: Angry Musings from a Femme in the Deep South," an essay written by Constance Lynne and found in The Femme Mystique. (Emphasis in bold my own.)

[insporp]

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[confemme]

why are you leaving me if i didn't do anything wrong idontunderstandithoughtyou LIKED ME

[femme-musings]

Please please please please

oh, to be at the mercy of two butches. one ties my wrists together and restrains me at the headboard while the other stands at the foot of the bed, stroking their cock while watching me squirm with anticipation. after teasing my clit with their fingers, the butch who tied me up beckons the other to come closer and they both start kissing all over my body. one on my thighs, the other on my neck and chest, fingers still drawing circles on my clit. and they both praise me between kisses. "you're such a good girl for us" "already so wet, good job" "you're so soft" "i bet you want my lips somewhere else" "that's it, be a good girl" "oh such pretty moans, let us hear more"

and before i know it i'm laying on top of one, gagged with my own panties, while they fuck my dripping pussy and the other spanks me to remind me to be good.

[rosebudprincess]

one of my favorite romantic moments is reading something to your lover. like rest your head on my shoulder or lap as i read the book i’m currently reading to you. you can do your own work while i read shakespeare to you or read austen out loud.

let me talk aimlessly about my current favorite books while you do your own activities and i just hear you hum in response but i know you’re listening.

[femme-musings]

Beach day

[lavend3r-stardust]

Femme that locks their legs around your hips so you cum inside them and watch it drip out of their throbbing pussy