#you don’t know how I am with masc lesbians

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My names Mathilda, welcome to my blog.

Identity: Butch lesbian & trans woman

Pronouns: She/her + masc titles like sir or daddy. (don’t call me a boy, or he/him…)

On here I might post some photography, some poetry, some bass playing, some selfies, some stuff about my life, and maybe some training footage. Maybe a sexy pic or two, who knows. Also yearning, lots of yearning.

🖤LESBIANS OF ALL SHAPES AND SIZES🖤WOMEN BUTCHES FEMMES MASCS FEMS ENBIES TRANS GIRLS LESBOYS MAKE MY HEART BEAT FAST😈

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Kinks past the break

please don’t judge 😣

VVV

Stuff not on the bdsm test:

gentle choking, praise, biting, scratching, marks, hair pulling, knives, blood, spit, sweat, scent, voice, power imbalance, blindfolding, oral fixation, fauxcest, impact, cnc, intox, somno, free use, inspection, muscles, smothering, feet, armpits, lesser known cnc roleplay (think ‘dares’, ‘bets’, ‘accidentally’ going to far, ‘lying’ about just the tip), force fem (reluctantly loving it and just shy), clothed stuff (dry humping, stepped on by a boot, lifting a skirt, pulling panties aside, groping under a shirt etc)

Hard no:

peeing on me or them, fauxcest/ageplay being taken too far, scat, farting, raceplay, sissy, misgendering

Specific fantasies:

Genuinely fighting and wrestling for dominance. Against someone much stronger, against someone roughly equal, or against someone much weaker. Every option has sooo much potential 🫠

Pervert Butch who won’t stop grabbing me or kissing me, won’t take no for an answer, picks out easy access clothes for me, stares shamelessly, parades me around their friends and shows off how much of a slut I am by making me show my body, touching me in front of them, letting them use me.

Little who draws crayon drawings of us as stick figures holding hands, calls me daddy, who’s so so sweet, that I punish even though she’s been good all day. who I tie down and fuck relentlessly while they tell me no daddy no.

Teased all day by bratty little sister. Until a bet goes wrong and I’m tied down and teased until I can’t take it anymore and break free. Pinning her down while she begs me for forgiveness and not to. Doing it anyways because “isn’t this what you wanted all along?”

Being asked to talk (or dragged) somewhere private during a party or gathering, so they can force themself on me

Snarling wolf x Little kitty/puppy/bunny/fawn

TEACHER WHO ABUSES OUR SPECIAL TEACHERS PET RELATIONSHIP, ABUSES MY TRUST AND BODY BY USING THEIR POSITION OF AUTHORITY, TELLING ME THEY KNOW I WANT IT AND IGNORING MY PLEAS TO STOP

Domme taking a break from a task by teasing and stimulating me through my clothes, moaning in my ear how much of a slut I am then shoving me aside like trash

[yelenasdiary]

Hello…I didn’t expect to make this request, but I didn’t know who else to turn to, and you’re the most active writer I’ve followed for so long that is still around. (And I’m happy for that, sincerely)

Well, before I request something, let me explain why. I…I’m saying goodbye. (Not that way, don’t worry) I’m saying goodbye…to the fandom…specifically, to reading Natasha x reader fics. I tried for a while to hope for fics where Reader was more of the knight in shining armor, masc presenting woman, or the top in the relationship, but…well, that didn’t happen much. And I’m not bashing on anyone for writing reader as more of the opposite. Not at all, everyone is entitled to write how they want to write….but I can’t just keep coming here and continue to see it be the same troupe. And no matter how much I request for one (and when requests are asked and open) it never happens, and instead it’s something else I didn’t request. So…I think it’s best for me to bid farewell. I cant force writers to write what I want, that’s not how it works. It’s a dick move

Here’s what I want to ask…for my final Natasha x reader fic request:

Reader is a soldier for the United States Air Force. Natasha has been busy as an Avenger. Reader, on leave, tried to spend time with Natasha but was always met with rain checks. On top of that, Natasha has always treated reader as the frail, need to protect, girlfriend, and reader always made it clear she wasn’t much for the pillow process type.

Anyways, reader decides to re-enlist for another deployment and begin a new life, maybe somewhere in Germany I don’t know. But, as she’s packing to leave is when Natasha FINALLY decides to give her the time of day….but it’s too late.

Reader sits Natasha down and says along the lines this, “I’m not the person you want…and we’ve just become different people and are pursuing different things….” She’d go on about how as much as she loves Natasha, she can’t be the partner she expects of her. She’s tired of being made out to be this woman that’s made to be the trophy wife or something like that. That she should find someone who can connect and click with her. Be her true soulmate.

Natasha is heartbroken and wants to fix things. Not expecting this at all. Pleading for a second chance but reader stands her ground. No tears shed, but she’s not cold to her either. Reader leaves, Natasha follows her all the way to the airport, tries one last time but reader doesn’t give in….she bids the redhead farewell…and thanks her for the memories that were amazing. She wishes nothing but happiness for her and a happy life.

…that’s it. Write it, toss it away, it’s fine. I’m just going to leave this here, do with it what you want.

Thanks for the fics you made, specifically the ones where you portrayed reader as the knight in shining armor.

Signing off.

A Final Goodbye

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Masc! Reader

Summary: You take a step back and do what is best for you, and Natasha. 

Angst, Comfort

Warnings: None, if I missed any, please let me know | 1.1K

AC: Thank you for sending this in, I am sorry to hear that you’re leave and I do hope that you’re still around to read this. I do apologise for it taking me a while to get it out, I also just want to say that I do not consider myself a masc lesbian so I do apologise in advance if anything in this is not giving that representation. Rest assured, this is Reader being the lead in this. I hope you enjoy x

You took a deep breath as you zipped up the last duffel bag, feeling the weight of your decision settle across your shoulders. Your small apartment almost empty, leaving most of your belongings in storage. Carefully, you placed the duffle bag with the others before taking a moment to gather your thoughts. 

It had been playing on your mind for a while now, keeping you up at night while you tossed and turned endlessly, wishing things were different but too much had changed over time. You tried to spend time with her, but you only met with rain checks or last-minute cancellations. You missed her but you couldn’t stop thinking about the drift between you two. 

Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, the woman you fell for. At first, things were great, you both were on the same page and were very much in the ‘honeymoon’ phase almost every day but like all couples, there were things that you would argue about and there were plenty of things that made you both frustrated. One thing you couldn’t understand was why Nat would consistently treat you like a frail and need to be protected girlfriend. As much as you loved that she cared for you, you hated being treated like a pillow princess. It wasn’t you. 

You didn’t need saving; you didn’t need protecting. You needed somebody who understood you and loved you for you. You always made it clear to Natasha that the pillow princess type wasn’t you at all, you always reminded her that you didn’t need her to protect you from every little thing, after all, you were a soldier. But something about being firm with her just didn’t stick. So, you made the decision to re-enlist for another deployment, making sure that the next time you returned, things would be different. Not just for you but for Natasha as well. 

Natasha knocked softly on the door; it was time. You took a deep breath and reached for the door handle, meeting her soft green eyes for the first time in weeks. Her famous red locks still damp from the rain outside, her expression a mix of relief and uncertainty. 

“Hey,” she said softly, her eyes locking with yours. 

You couldn’t help the soft smile that pulled on your lips, “Hey, I’m glad you could come” you replied, opening the door wider for her. 

 “I’m so glad you’re still here. I… I thought you might be gone already.” She said softly, her eyes darting to the small pile of duffle bags. 

“I leave tomorrow” you replied, watching as Nat turned around to face you once more. “Can we talk, please?” She asked, her gaze locked onto you. “I want to give you time to talk but I really need you to listen to me first” you said as you gestured that the two of you take a seat. Natasha let out a soft sigh, deep down she knew she wasn’t leaving your apartment the same woman she came as. 

The two of you took a seat at the dining table, the cold surface somehow bringing a little comfort to you in this moment as you gently reached for Natasha’s hand. You looked into her eyes for a moment, taking in the beauty she held. 

“I love you so much, I always will but I need to honest with you, with us. This isn’t so much about the fact our schedules suck and the rain check are rain check. This is about us and how I’m not the person you want” you paused for a moment, taking a deep breath in before continuing. “We’ve become different people. We’re pursuing different things and different dreams. I can’t be the partner you expect of me. I’m tired of you only seeing me as this fragile person who needs to protect. I’m a soldier, I’m in the air force. I can hold my own and I want to be respected for that” you added. 

“Detka, I do respect you. You’re everything to me, I don’t mean to make you feel like that….I just, I care about you so, so much but I can’t deal with the thought if something were to happen to you” Natasha pleaded, tears pooling in her eyes.

You smiled softly, trying to keep your own tears from building up, “I know you respect me Nat, but, when you’re around others, you’re not the same. We go from being one to two different people and somehow, you think I’m the one who needs to protected and treated differently….” You paused for a moment, your thumb stroking her soft skin. “We both know that love is such a big, beautiful and powerful thing. It means a lot of things and one of those things is knowing when to let go. You deserve somebody who can give you everything you want, but we know deep down it’s not me” you added. 

A silence fell between you both, Natasha’s face falling, her defenses crumbling as you continued. “I want you to find happiness, even if that means without me. You deserve it.”

“But… what if we can work it out? I can be better, I promise” Natasha said, pleading, her voice breaking as her tears began to fall freely down her cheeks. 

“I’m sorry Nat, but it’s too late. I need a fresh start, and I think you need one too”

Natasha’s expression shifted from desperation to heartbreak as she nodded at your words. Wiping her tears on the sleeve of her shirt, she stood up. “I don’t want to hold you back” she said softly, barely able to look into your eyes. You stood up from your seat, swallowing the lump in your throat as she reached out to hug you one last time. 

“Please be safe” she whispered, “and write to me whenever you’re ready” she added, hugging you tightly. You hugged her back, allowing yourself to feel the love she has for you one last time, hugging her just as tightly back. “I promise” you replied in the same soft whisper. 

As you two parted, you smiled softly at her, hoping it would somehow ease her broken heart a little. “I know this wasn’t what you expected but I want you to know that all the memories we share and the time we had, it was beautiful, and I will forever cherish them. I want nothing but love and happiness for you, don’t hold yourself back from find another love. Be happy Nat, you deserve that” you said.

To your surprise the redhead returned a soft smile, “I will always love you” she spoke ever so gently. 

“And I will always love you” you replied. 

Natasha turned, and headed for the door. You watched her leave, closing the door gently behind her, taking with her a piece of your heart. You took a moment for yourself, part of you broken from the words shared but the other half excited knowing a new chapter awaited. The memories of Natasha would always be with you, reminding you that love can be found again.

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gen/good faith question — is it disrespectful to lesbians or queer people in general if i were to identify as a he/him lesbian?

for context: i’ve always known i was into girls, and for some of my life, i considered myself a girl as well. there was nothing about me that made me want to make that choice, other than the fact that i was perceived by everyone around me as a girl and expected to be one.

and then i started to question my gender. i don’t really feel intrinsically as though i have a gender, but at the same time, certain forms of gendered language and some forms of gender expression make me happy and comfortable. at the same time, some forms of both those things don’t.

the thing is, most gendered language (i’m only using this here for clarity — i know that really no language is gendered and people can use whatever terms, pronouns etc to refer to themselves and that doesn’t have to correspond to stereotypical gender that usually goes with that term) and most gender expression that i enjoy are both usually correspond to those used by men, and sometimes those used by nonbinary people. for example — i like being called a guy, i like referring to myself a person, i like dressing in traditionally ‘masc’ clothes, and i would love to be perceived as androgynous sometimes.

but also, on the flip side, i usually like traditionally ‘female’ gendered language and expressions applied to me. this is a bit of a nuanced thing for me, though! i love wearing dresses and looking ‘feminine’, but only really in private, because to me they’re an example of cross dressing or messing with the gender binary because i don’t consider myself a girl (i don’t consider myself ‘anything’ in regards to gender, as mentioned above — i think the term is agender?), but most people don’t see it that way since i’m usually perceived as female, which puts me off it. additionally, i like she/her pronouns, but only at certain times, and not very often. i would also consider myself genderfluid, in the sense that the pronouns i’m comfy with change… however, usually, those pronouns are he/him, and often they’re they/them, but only occasionally she/her.

so people have asked why i consider myself a lesbian if i feel this way, and that’s due to a lot of factors. it’s because i was always certain of my sexuality before i was certain of my gender (and before i out conscious effort into thinking about it), and so identifying as a lesbian has and still does influence how i see and interact with the world. also, i’m not someone who will ever be able to pass in general society as anything but female — i have d cups, a high voice, am often told i’m ‘pretty’, and am very curvy. so i also identify as a lesbian because as someone who doesn’t intend to do much in the way of medical gender affirming care, the fact that i am constantly perceived as a woman unless i say so (and that’s not always respected) does also have a bearing on how i experience the world too.

i don’t know, i’m just really confused about if i can use this term or not. i’ve spent a long long time agonising over what discovering my gender identity and what that means for me will affect my sexuality, and a lot of that agony now no longer comes from not knowing about myself, but from feeling like i’m being disrespectful. i don’t want to hurt the queer community, specifically lesbian woman, or trans guys, and i feel like i’m doing both. but on the other hand… he/him usually really fits me. lesbian usually feels right too. i took a long time to come to terms with both of those, and so they feel very hard-won — like i can finally exist knowing who i am, and so to not be able to deceive myself in the way i’ve tried really hard to find is something that makes me really sad. but i would love any advice! :)

There is no way for your pronouns to be disrespectful to someone else unless we're talking about your pronouns being slurs that do not apply to you. Your pronouns have nothing to do with anyone else [exception aside].

Your sexuality is also no one else's business but your own. You don't have to justify your pronouns or your sexuality: they are not hurting anyone. You are not hurting anyone.

None of what you're talking about is disrespectful to anyone. Its just your personal identity. That has nothing to do with anyone else.

All of this has no affect on the lesbian or trans community by large except that one more he/him lesbian becomes apart of it, which is actually a win!

If you makes you happy, go for it! If it feels right, go for it! It sounds like you've found a label and pronouns for you and that's awesome! Congratulations. <3

I hope this helps! Let me know if you have any other questions. <3

[our-queer-experience]

Am I bad for being non-binary (wholly neutral, no fem/masc leaning) and being uncomfortable with the thought of a lesbian being attracted to me? I'm also uncomfortable with the thought of a gay man being attracted to me but I think what gets me with lesbian is the "non men loving non men" part. I'm not a man but I'm not a woman. Is this bad?

nope.

like i know some trans men in happy lesbian relationships and i know the idea that that could be me just makes me uncomfortable. you don’t have to do anything and its ok to not want someone to think of you in that manner.

ofc, you can’t control how other people think, but there is nothing bad with disliking it

[blushedfemmes]

you mentioned in one of your recent posts that you sometimes go on dates with mascs hoping they’ll be “butches in disguise”. as a baby lesbian, could you maybe help explain the difference between masc n butch in how you’re using it here? thank you <3

oh boy. this is a whole can of worms 😅

lemme just say i am extremely pro-self determination and pro-using whatever labels feel good to you, so i don’t want to sound like i’m ‘anti-masc’ in any way (that would just be silly)

BUT. i will speak to my own experiences dating as a femme4butch, and what i’ve personally seen. masc is used in the broader sapphic community as a purely aesthetic descriptor. someone who wears masculine clothing, or exhibits masculine mannerisms, or some combination of those things. i think it doesn’t carry the same historical weight (and social stigma) as butch, so it’s a lighter load for a lot of people. and it’s just more commonly used on social media.

when someone is loudly and proudly a butch, this tells me several things. first, that their masculinity goes all the way to their core, in a sense, and isn’t just resting on the surface. this is their natural and permanent state of being, which is incredibly attractive to me. second, that they are aware at least to some extent of butchfemme dynamics and therefore understand a lot more about my femininity than the average lesbian might. and third, that they know femme is not a purely aesthetic descriptor for me. this shows up in how they relate to me in a romantic, sexual or even platonic way.

a masc can be a “butch in disguise” when they have not been exposed to butchfemme. it’s hard to be something you’ve never seen or even heard about. or they might silently consider themselves butch but not put it in a dating profile because they fear the stigma, or perhaps no one has ever appreciated that part of them before.

but it’s true that most of the time this is not the case. a lot of folks simply are masc and not butch, and that is completely fine! having dated both mascs and butches, i can say the difference is subtle and hard to name, but there is one. for me it’s like margarine versus butter. and i’m a butter gal, through and through 😘

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Heya, I really really hope this doesn't come off as particularly rude, but I was wondering, why would bisexual women be considered lesbians sometimes and I think you also brought up transgender men and genderqueer ppl? For bisexual women, I just am kinda confused, they can be in lesbian relationships and lesbian spaces, but just describing them as lesbians seems kinda confusing because lesbian denotes specifically sapphic attraction at least from where I've always heard it, so wouldn't it be kinda confusing. And for the genderqueer folks or trans folks, wouldn't that just bring their genders closer to feminine and at least from what I've heard from some pple I know, they don't like non binary being seen as more womanly (I've heard it being described as woman-lite before annoying) and instead seen as a more inbetween which it sometimes isn't, because of bigotry and other things since nbs can be both fem or masc or androgynous, but wouldn't non woman lesbians kinda push it to be seen as kinda more fem or that person as more fem? I don't know and frankly I'm just kinda confused. I'm really really sorry that this probably comes off as super rude and I hope you forgive me. I frankly just want to learn a little more and have been reading up but wanted to know what you thought. And I just realized how long this was, so so sorry

hello anon! these days, i usually don’t answer asks like these because i’ve already done so several times, but you seem very well-meaning and confused, so i’ll do my best to help. first of all, please check my faq for resources and links about mspec labels and bi lesbians.

second of all—generally—here is my advice for when you encounter a queer label that confuses you:

1) literally just ignore it until you...

2) meet someone in your life who uses that label, at which point you might (respectfully) ask them what using that label means to them specifically, and why it’s important. i’ve done this in real life. the script is something like,

“it’s really cool to get to talk to someone in real life about this stuff—if i may ask, what does identifying as [insert label] mean to you, personally?”

you might also say,

“i’ve never met someone who identifies with [their label] before. would you mind giving me some pointers on the important things to keep in mind in order to respect your identity/make sure you feel respected by me?”

i’ve also never asked anyone to correct me if i mess up and say something rude, but i’m working on the confidence and charisma to be able to say that, because i owe that to others.

all of that said, i wanted to respond to some of your specific questions, and clarify a couple of things below the cut. to clarify:

1. “describing [bisexual women] as lesbians seems kinda confusing because lesbian denotes specifically sapphic attraction”. to be clear i am not the one describing bisexual women as lesbians, in this hypothetical situation. when i post about bi-lesbians, i am posting in support of people who—for whatever reason—chose that label for themselves. what i am not doing: advocating to redefine the classically understood definition of lesbian for the entire populous.

2. “wouldn’t it be kinda confusing”? yes! i understand it can be confusing, and i commend you for expressing your confusion instead of reacting in disgust or anger. there are so many things in the queer community that are confusing, even to me, and you don’t need to feel guilty for asking questions as long as you come from a place of genuine curiosity. being confused isn’t bad, and defining yourself in a way that confuses others is, likewise, no transgression.

3. “for the genderqueer folks or trans folks, wouldn’t [identifying as a lesbian] just bring their genders closer to feminine […] wouldn’t non woman lesbians […] be seen as kinda more fem”? the answer is: sort of. it depends entirely on how and why the person using this label came to these words. you wrote, “i’ve heard from some pple i know, they don’t like non binary being seen as more womanly”, and i have definitely also heard that! so, for people who feel that way, they probably wouldn’t want a label that evokes womanhood and/or aligns them with femininity assigned to them. but every person is different—so for some nonbinary people, they absolutely do not want to be seen as “woman-lite”, whereas for other nonbinary people, they might want to be seen closer to femme than masc, while still nonbinary. this goes back to what i said at the beginning: best practice is to ask the people in your life how they want you to respect them.

closing thoughts: i hope this clarified some things, but i understand that the topic may still be confusing—feel free to message me if you want a non-judgmental queer to talk things through with. i promise i’ll take you in good faith <3

[lias-writings]

Feminine girlfriend headcannons

request: no

pairing: bella ramsey x fem!reader

tw: fluff, feminine!reader, mentions of public affection, mentions of men,

summary: headcannons of Bella having super feminine girlfriend <3

a/n: before anything, i do not want people to think I am gendering makeup, dresses etc. “feminine” becase idk how else to call it and regardless of if you’re a female/male/non-binary you can dress/wear makeup how ever you want, okay I hope you understand, enjoy<33

masterlist

🎀 first of all I just know bella would love watching you getting all dolled up even to just go shopping

🎀 bella being hot, rich actor would definitely spoil you as much as he can, they would buy you any clothes or makeup you desire

🎀 sometimes she would let you do their makeup or skincare but just becase he can’t say no to you

🎀 I feel like bella would love when you wear mini skirts/dresses, but hate when others, especially men are staring!!

🎀 even tho your closet is mostly pastel-coloured, you love wearing bella’s baggy tomboy t-shirts

🎀 and they would love you wearing them even more

🎀 most of the time bella’s amazed with the magic you can do with makeup or the complicated hairstyles you’re able to create on your head

🎀 whenever you get the opportunity you love to curl their hair cuz they look amazing with the waves (the gif🧎���‍♀️)

ANYWAY

🎀 bella loves to show you off so whenever she has some event going on, they take you to the red carpet with her and always make sure you two are matching

🎀 if you are also famous she’s at all of your important events/premieres!!

🎀 one of bella’s love languages is gift giving so whenever he sees you admiring a new bag or a fancy dress, few days later you have it laying on your bed in a gift bag/box with a small gift-card from your lovely partner <33

🎀 whenever a dude in a public is staring at you they always wrap an arm around your waist and hold you closer to them

🎀 bella loves shopping with you, their favorite part is when you get home and you’re trying on all the stuff you bought putting on a little show

🎀 you have matching bracelets you made for the two of you awwh

🎀 talking about bracelets bella loves buying you a fancy jewelry, they definitely got you a promise ring on your either b-day or anniversary

🎀 let’s stick to the rings; whenever you buy a new ring for bella they wear it for next interview and whenever the interviewer mentions their ring she’s always like “yeah, my gf got me this!”

🎀 bella’s definitely a sucker for thighs so when you’re wearing short skirt it’s hard for them to keep their hands to themselves

🎀 if you’re the type of person that would say “there is nothing in there” while staring at the closet filled to bursting with clothes they’d would just raise an eyebrow and give you one of their comfy grey sweatshirt <33

🎀 matching earrings!!!

🎀 you stealing one of their t-shirts and them asking you after like 6 moths if you don’t know where that t-shirt is

🎀 when you and bella officially announced that you are a couple people were shocked cuz you “didn’t look gay” ( no because how are we fem!lesbians/bi/pan girls supposed to look gay? )

🎀 if you are not famous, you definitely had a social media and dating an actor kinda helped raising the numbers up so you may or may not started thinking about posting grwm’s/makeup tutorials if you do bella’s always commenting something like “first” or “can I get a hi🥺”

🎀 last but not least you two would definitely became the “it couple” as the perfect example of masc! and fem! or some shit like that. 😍

[queer-scots-geordie-dyke]

I’ve been musing on my queer identity and how it definitely hasn’t been a static thing.

Started out identifying as strictly asexual, then after some years, I started to realise that that didn’t quite fit as even though, at almost 40, I’ve had a grand total of two sexual experiences with other human beings in my entire life (enough to know that sex personally involving me physically is something I’m not interested in) I do feel sexual attraction in a less direct way, so I came to the conclusion that I’m aegosexual. For the last few years I’ve identified as a bi oriented aego and honestly, I don’t think that really fits anymore either. Aegosexual still feels right, but it’s become very noticeable to me and to people around me - like my little sister, my favourite person on earth and my eternal champion, who remarked the other day “you know you’re just a big dyke really” 🤣🤣 - that my attraction to men/mascs is exceedingly rare and incidental and something I generally forget about while my attraction to women has become more obviously apparent.

So yeah - bi aego is out, lesbian aego is in 🤷🏻‍♀️ though queer is still the word I feel most at home with.

The only thing about my identity I’ve always been sure of is my gender - AFAB and I am 100% certain I am a woman.

You were right Boo Boo @tossacointoyourhotmess 🤣🤣

[wearequeer-andwearehere]

hii there! :)

can i b a trans guy without medically transitioning? i cant for a good many years, but also,,, i dont want to (i have several adjacent health issues that would make it difficult, also i’m neutral abt my body - i dont really have dysphoria over it and it doesn’t bother me). but i’m terrified that i’ll never be taken seriously. i don’t mind being misgendered by strangers or acquaintances (i’d actually describe myself as genderqueer if i technically had to, it’s not the label i identify with but it makes the most sense like objectively. i’m happy w/ he/him but ok with they, she, etc), but i would like it if my friends would see me as a guy. but i’m also scared to even like, ask that of them. bc i really really don’t look like a guy, or even slightly androgynous, and i kind of have this sucky internal mindset that i won’t be seen as a real guy unless i make an effort to look like one, even though that’s not what i want. i’m working on it, but it’s also… my romantic life plays a big role in it. i’m currently identifying to a lesbian to my friends bc i like girls. and it’s just girls that i like. so if I live true to myself and do say that i’m a guy, I’m also like… who would want to date me, because i’m a guy who uses he/him pronouns and ‘male’ terminology like boyfriend, but physically, i have a lot of ‘girl’ features, like big boobs, and i don’t want bottom surgery either (neutral abt my body), so i just really don’t know. it’s really hurting me bc when i realised I was queer i thought I’d find a home in the queer community and i did, for the first time ever, but as I’ve thought about my identity a bit more all my queerness causes me is stress bc I’m constantly worried that no one not even other queer people will ever take me seriously or allow me to use the labels I use or will ever want to date me (bc… like, I’m not straight, but also how can I call myself a lesbian if I consider myself a guy? It’s all complicated, to me, but I feel like I’ll be ostracised from lesbians for not being enough of a girl — even though my gender is complicated and trans guy is just the best way to explain it and the best label that fits for me — and ostracised from trans people for not being trans enough and ahhhh I’m just. Really stressed about it all, and am constantly wishing I could just be true to myself, even within the queer community, but don’t know how to…

Hey, listen to me. You have a place in the queer community, okay? If you say you’re queer, you’re queer and we love and accept you.

Yes, you can ABSOLUTELY be a trans guy without medically transitioning! I understand with health issues it can be difficult for some people. However, you do NOT need to justify your choice to me, or to anybody, okay? If you don’t want to medically transition, then don’t medically transition! That’s the end of it. Being trans is about just being Not Cis. Transitioning medically is part of it for some people, but maybe it’s not for you, and that’s okay! You can still be trans.

A lot of queer AFAB people who start to realise they might be more masc aligned start feeling guilty, wondering if they’re predatory. I also experienced this. I used to identify as a bisexual girl, then nonbinary, then I started realising I felt more like a guy. I was terrified. I didn’t want to be a creepy straight guy, I didn’t want to make the women around me or women I was attracted to feel unsafe.

Eventually I realised, it’s not BEING MALE that makes you creepy, it’s being a CREEPY guy. It’s a mindset that’s a bit hard to put into words. Being male and being attracted to women is not inherently creepy. It’s only creepy if you’re weird about it, and it’s very easy not to be.

Some lesbians might ostracise you, that’s true. However, the vast majority of the lesbian community has a long history of transmasc and trans guy lesbians. The queer community is about love and support no matter your identity. You are loved.

Seeing someone as a certain gender because of their body parts is something people can get over. I might look feminine, but I know my friends and partner see me as a guy because that’s who I am to them, a friend, a brother, a boyfriend.

If your friends can’t see you as a guy because of something as unimportant as your body, then that’s on them.

“Who would want to date me” there’s people who would, trust me. Look, when you have low self esteem, especially if you’re trans and your self hatred is related to that, it’s hard to believe you’re loveable, but believe me, you are.

I still struggle with dysphoria and wonder why anyone would love me when I’m a guy but I feel like I don’t look like one, but my partner always assures me I’m loveable, and you deserve that too.

Trans people can find loving, caring partners who love you not inspite of your transness but because it’s part of who you are and they love YOU.

Kid, be yourself. You’re welcome in the queer community. Be true to yourself, be who you are, and you’ll find the right friends and the right partner.

I hope you have a good day/night, and I’m sending so so much love. May a ray of sunlight shine upon you sometime soon, my friend. Sending warmth <33

[butchksr]

everyone i’m sorry!! i’ve gotten a few people dming and sending anons and masc is nottttt the same as butch!! im a high femme that is femme4butch!!! butchhhhh

mascs you are great and i love sharing community with you but as a femME not a FEM i am only interested in butches

there’s a very rich femme butch history and i am part of it! i want a butch!! femme4butch

i don’t mean to put down my fellow lesbians that are not femme or butch we all have our place and we are all valid but i am simply femme4butch and that’s that

i’m not looking for a masc daddy that’s still a princess outside of the bedroom

i’m not looking for a chapstick lesbian who wants me to give them strap

i am not looking for a fem that just wants to dominate me

in fact i’m not looking for anyone that JUST wants to dominate me i am still an equal and please for the love of god don’t tell me about how you just want to beat me? i’m a person and im not into that and no i won’t do that back? or fuck you back come on everyone

i am a high femme a stone bottom a pillow princess wtv you want to call it and im tiredddd of people asking for a turn on the strap when they’re done with me

i don’t want to do that!!

stone butch lesbians

that’s who i am looking for that’s the kind of person i want

no straight men im not interested

no fem doms, i’m not interested either yes you are a woman but you are not butch

and to everyone no i don’t want to fuck you i don’t want to give you strap

i don’t want to finger you

i don’t want to be tied down while you sit on my face?? literally don’t do that to me!!

not to trauma dump on the horny blog but i have had my consent violated enough times to know that this is something i don’t want, not interested,

i don’t wantttt to do that and for the love of god pleaseee don’t call me daddy idek where you got that idea but stoppp

i’m going to lose it butches save me

[our-queer-experience]

Hello, hope you are well! I am submitting this ask to just, get your perspective on my situation if that’s okay. And maybe hear from others that have been in similar spots.

So for context, I am a 21 y/o female. My close friends know me as a masc lesbian. I never really had crushes on anyone growing up, but really gravitated towards people who would later come out as queer. This became even more the case when I started presenting a lot more GNC and moved to college. I’ve had a couple brief but meaningful relationships with women, and no part of me doubts my WLW side.

But. I’ve recently been finding myself looking at men a little differently, more like how I look at women I find attractive. However when I try to imagine doing anything romantic or sexual with any of them, it just kind of repulses me. Despite the attraction I have to them. Not sure what’s up with that.

I recently was at a party and ended up messing around with a random straight guy there, which is the first time I’ve done anything with a guy. It was fine, enjoyable, but I know I wouldn’t have done that if I hadn’t been drunk (whereas I definitely don’t have to be drunk to kiss women lol). So, I guess to wrap this ramble of an ask up- do I sound like a bisexual with messed up feelings towards men? Any thoughts or wisdom would be appreciated 😭🙏 I don’t really want to talk about any of this to my friends just yet. Thank you in advance and no worries if you can’t get to this.

ok so. first off. a lot of women who are attracted to men don’t… like men, if that makes sense. you can not want to have sex with someone without that making you not attracted to them. i think weve established that. then there’s the question of lesbian or bi and really… what’s useful? are you focused on what is true based on attraction, or what is functional? since you dont like dating men, it can be functional to identify as a lesbian, because you’ll only date women. but you technically, as far as i can tell, are bisexual by definition.

give it time and think about it. you’ll figure it out, even if i cant give you the answers

[lauriemarch]

i want to believe it that i could be loved that i could love someone and they will love me just as much and for just as long but i’m a lone wave crashing against the empty thoughtless shore. a girl i loved showed the slightest bit of interest and i became sick with desire, i threw up and dreamt of her and her alone, i joke at every dinner table i lay my head at that i will feast on the women before me, emboldened by my body and the shield it grants me, who can take the fat lesbian with a hunch and cackled laughter seriously? who could love the monster in the mirror? i want a masc a butch a punk girl with blunt hair a pretty masc with a mullet and perfect teeth i want blue hair pink hair purple hair green hair i want lithe limbs or stubby knees i want the sound of combat boots against linoleum or maybe the patter of flats against hard wood blonde hair that glints in the sun a perfect pout stained berry and gloss a button up rolled up to the elbows i want to be famous and gay i want women throwing themselves at me with a speed unknowable. i am a double chin and a flubby stomach. i am puffy and big. you scared me once by tilting a bench i was on and i freaked because you would know how heavy i was, not because i would hit the ground. girls are perfect, all of them that i meet, and i am the perfect exception. the division, not the rule. the singularity. i’m going to write a play about lesbians so i can see myself be loved on stage. fiction sweeter than reality.

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“political lesbianism.” what if i’m tired. what if i’m fighting a battle different than the girls behind my screen, the girls who pitch and rage against labels and nonlabels and “you are bisexual. hope this helps.” and transmisogyny and evil in 240 characters? what if my battle is slight– it’s a mother and a daughter on a couch, the daughter’s hands scrabble for the solids of her mother’s hands, and i’m crying for the millions of girls i’ll never be. i’m crying for my dad’s death (it hasn’t happened yet) or the fatal car crash that will kill me (i have no way of confirming this) or the eternal hell that awaits me (i love the Lord Jesus Christ). political lesbianism. i am so tired. lesbianism is political and i know this but i want for one moment for my existence to not matter so goddamn much. i want to cry here on this couch with my mama and i want to sleep assured that the sun will rise on my tender skin. i don’t want to argue with you, stranger on the internet, i don’t want to be mean and angry and so fucking bitter!!!! lesbianism is political. i walk around and feel love, bright and hot, from all directions. my friends love me, lesbianism despite. my family loves me, lesbianism despite. the world will come to love me, lesbianism despite. 

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this christmas, i feel useless. i sit on the couch and i sleep for endless hours, i watch too much tv and let my phone autoscroll through instagram. i watch beautiful lives flash in front of me and twinkle through my eyes but my body is so heavy and my bank account shouts into a distant void and i’m sinking further and further into these couch cushions that my parents have so graciously afforded me. my dad wanted to reach out and connect with me last night but all i could do was spit angry, thoughtless nonsense. i haven’t been mad at my dad in years. but i feel so useless, so incapable, so like i’ve failed the two people in this world who have given up everything and more for me to be listless and dead from the ground up. my mom wants me to stand with her at the stove and make handmade dinner rolls but i want sleep and dreamland, stars twinkling above me and a world that makes sense. my dreams are stressful but my life is open-ended evil. my brothers are strangers that keep holding up mirrors. my mom holds my hand tighter in prayer and i think she thinks i’m going to kill myself. my dad keeps asking me “how can we fix it” and i keep crying that i don’t k

-

i am the only one of my high school friends with my autocaps still turned off and somehow that feels like a marker of adulthood. i am sitting in the dentist’s chair waiting to get my first cavities filled and i feel so small, like a child in the next room, rough and ugly and unsure of what happens next. marriage is not in my foreseeable future but payton went on and got engaged and married to the best man for her and i keep osculating between lesbian and incredibly unsure and scared of disappointment. my role in this group is the one getting her masters degree and that really doesn’t feel like i’m pulling enough weight, somehow. maybe if it was for something more important or ferocious. maybe if it was a master’s degree in having a child so perfect that the sun shines just for them, or owning a house in a suburb that just makes sense 

-

my dad still opens the car door for me and this year i let a girl treat me like dirt. like a spinning plate or an elastic band, snapping back and forth and unsteady and i never knew what was coming that day, or what she meant when she said that. i sent so many screenshotted texts asking what did she mean? or is she flirting with me? would you let this happen to me? am i destined for dirt? 

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sitting on my childhood couch. eating tamales straight out of the husk. watching the thanksgiving episode of gossip girl. having the first real fears about growing up and getting out. of all the things i don’t want to outgrow, it’s my father’s embrace, the way my mom holds my hand in prayer, the feeling of my brother’s hair under my gentle ruffle. i want childhood to cling to me like the expensive perfume i put on in the mornings, a too-mature gift for a girl who places desperate wishes on the stagnant moon. 

-

everything i noted down while i was home for christmas this year

[mascxdaddy]

Hi!! i’m sry if this comes off as rude or anything i just really am curious, if you’re trans masc and call yourself a boy, or identify as a boy. and you’ve got a few posts about wearing packers n stuff how can you be a lesbian? i know that wording sounds rlly rude i just can’t think of any other way to word it im sry 😭no disrespect or hate to you or ANYTHING!! i just don’t really understand how you can be a boy and a lesbian

much love though :D <3

homie idk where you got the idea that im a boy but clearly you didn't read my profile😭 i prefer more masculine pet names and titles during sex and like being called handsome and stuff but i'm a cis woman lol

also trans masc people who don't identify as men can be lesbians, the only requirement as far as im aware is that you cannot be a man or be attracted to men but you can identify as anything in between and be attracted to other non-men🤷

[the-cozy-writing-corner]

Two

I felt much better the next morning, waking up in Logan's arms was always a good start to my morning... Despite how sick alcohol made me feel on the previous nights or evenings, I can't say that I have ever experienced hangovers... I know, I'm lucky. To a fault, as some might say.

"Good morning, sunshine," Logan kissed the top of my head, enclosing her arms tightly around me.

I nuzzled into her chest, "I am hardly a ray of sunshine in the morning... What the hell happened last night?"

"You seriously don't remember?" Logan held back a chuckle, "Bells..."

"I'm just kidding, I remember when we left but I don't recall what happened before we left."

"You got into an argument with your mom, a big one... You were pretty upset by it."

I rolled my eyes, "that actually explains a lot, and it's too early to even think about that..." I let out a displeased groan, "I only called her to ask if I can get Ruby from her. I don't even know why she is so hellbent on keeping her, she is literally allergic to cats." I stated, suddenly recalling the events last evening.

"I can pick Ruby up. I know you miss her."

"Thanks, baby."

"It's no problem, my darling, but you should definitely go brush your teeth... No offense, but you have the worst morning breath right now."

���I know,” I chuckled softly, kissing her cheek before I got up to go brush my teeth and my hair, and afterwards impulsively deciding to take a shower.

After I got out, I wrapped a towel around my petite frame, walking over to my sink and doing my morning skincare routine.

“Oh, you smell good,” Logan voiced to me while she was at the stove, cooking us up some eggs and bacon for breakfast. “Did you use that new shampoo I got for you?”

“The jasmine and honey scented one? Yeah, great choice, by the way, you know me so well.” I kissed her cheek, before I stepped away to go get dressed.

I was feeling quite tired today, probably just a side effect of the alcohol I had consumed the night before. After I got dressed, I grabbed my hairbrush from my bedside table, brushing out my wet hair once I unwrapped it from the towel, hanging the towel on the hook attached to the wall.

I grabbed one of my fantasy romance novels from my bookshelf, taking a seat on the couch while my girlfriend cooked breakfast.

“You’re seriously re-reading ACOTAR?” Logan teased as she handed me my plate of food, I put my book down and peered at her, taking my plate.

“Yeah, I seriously am, you know why?” I asked with a smile, “because Sarah J Maas’ books are the only fantasy books that almost mimick the feelings of love that I have for you. Only… The love I feel for you is way stronger.”

She kissed my forehead, “I love you, my little ray of sunshine.”

“I love you, Logan.” I watched as she grabbed her own plate of food, asking; “so… what’s on the agenda for today?”

She then took a seat next to me, “I figured I’d run to the grocery store since we are running low on groceries, get some gas, see if anything needs fixed in the Subaru.”

“Please don’t try to do it yourself this time, Logan, last time was such a disaster.”

She scoffed and then snickered, “trust me, baby, I learned my lesson the first time. Don’t try to change your own oil…” She sighed. “Leave it to the professionals.”

“There is a reason you’re a lesbian guitar player and not a lesbian mechanic.” I laughed, kissing her bare shoulder.

She only rolled her eyes and chuckled, “shut up. It’s bad enough that the Subaru is like, a lesbian brand now and now we drive one.”

I laughed, “that was your own doing, sweetheart, you wanted a Subaru for that exact reason.”

“Yeah, but I also feel like a hot musician like myself who is also a masc lesbian is probably more seen driving a-“

“If you say a sports car we are breaking up right now.” I teased.

“We are never breaking up.”

“Then why haven’t we taken our relationship to the next level?” I asked with a raised brow.

“Umm… We did,” Logan stated, “I moved in with you a few months ago, silly goose.” She kissed my head. “Now, eat your food before it gets cold.”

“Touché.”

We both finished our breakfast in a timely manner, and I helped Logan clean up the kitchen before she got herself dressed and headed out to run some errands.

I was avoiding being on any sort of social media whatsoever right now, because I know what awaited for me… The articles, the tabloids, the rumors and false accusations against me. I went to rehab, that was true, and I did get into a fight with my mother, that was also true… Before I went to rehab, I was estranged from her, for a multitude of reasons. But for some reason my therapist recommended that I attempt to rekindle my relationship with her. Even if she was insufferable most of the time. She had to keep Ruby because I went to rehab, and Logan didn’t have enough time to take care of Ruby by herself. But, believe me, taking Ruby to my mom was a last resort that Logan had to convince me to do. I didn’t make it easy on her, not at all.

I got lost in my book for a solid twenty to thirty minutes, it was soothingly silent in the house and I almost fell asleep in the middle of one of the chapters. When I jumped at the sound of my phone ringing, I usually had it on whenever Logan wasn’t here in case she needed me to answer my phone quickly.

I answered it, hesitantly, “Mom?” I put the phone on speaker and set it on the table beside the arm of the couch.

“Hey, I thought you should know that Logan just came by to pick up Ruby. Also, honey… You went to a bar last night?”

“It was more like a club…” I sighed in a displeased manner, “why are you bringing that up?”

“You have an image to uphold here, baby. You’ve been in the spotlight since you were a child, if it weren’t for me you wouldn’t have ever had the opportunities that you had. Arabella, I think I speak for everyone when I say that we expect better from you.”

“Is that so, mom?” I rolled my eyes, “if you just called me to scold me and talk down to me, I don’t want to hear it. I’m not a little girl anymore, mom, I’m twenty six, I’m four years away from being thirty. I don’t aspire to be anyone’s role model anymore, I don’t care what the tabloids say, I’m doing better and that’s all that matters.”

My mom let out a heavy sigh, “but you drank, right? Are you using?”

“No, mom, I’m not using, and I don’t have a drinking problem… Look, I know you’re just looking out for me the best way you know how, but I have been dealing with this on my own for quite a while. I have it under control, and thank you for taking care of Ruby. You did take care of her, right?”

“Yes, and Logan checked in with me every day to make sure that I did. I just want the best for you, honey.”

If that were true you wouldn’t have pressured me to be a child actor and rely on me for the income…

“I know, mom. Thanks.”

“Can I do anything for you?”

Depends, can you go back in time and let me have a normal childhood?

“No, you’ve done more than enough, bye.”

“Goodbye, sweetheart, I love you.”

“I love you too…” I whispered, just enough so she could hear me before I hung up.

If it wasn’t obvious, my mom raised me by herself, I don’t know who my dad is, I never met him. My mom was knee deep in addiction when she became pregnant with me, and she didn’t stop using even when she was pregnant. Though she claimed she “tried” to. It was hard for her to raise me on her own, I was neglected a lot by her, but around the age of six when I got noticed by some… Agents, she signed me up for beauty pageants and I almost always won. I don’t know why, but for some reason that motivated her to stop using. All she cared about was the way I looked and made sure that I looked my best, she didn’t really care about the person that I was on the inside. She didn’t really seem to care unless I looked and acted my best. It resulted in me being in a lot of sketchy and horrifying situations. And because she wasn’t observing the people around me closely, well… Let’s just say that I started drinking regularly at the age of ten. Then at the age of twelve I got discovered by Disney, I auditioned for a few roles, I even made an appearance on Shameless and… Revealed way too much skin for a minor. But my mom approved it, anything for the money, right? It didn’t shock me in the slightest when I was pressured into using when I was fourteen, and then the toxic cycles of addiction began. Along with the disordered eating and body image issues, being taken advantage of in my teenage years by people in the industry and the public eye. And I feel like since I’ve been in my 20’s I have been trying to erase those events and parts of me. But I am just chasing another euphoric feeling to avoid feeling anything else that doesn’t make me feel euphoric. A lot of people in the media have compared me to Demi Lovato because of the similarities that we have in our past… which is funny, because before I even started Disney I idolized her so much. Before I knew anything about what she went through as well. And, if you ask me, “child star” shouldn’t even be in the same sentence.

I cleaned up the apartment before I took a nap on the couch, and then what I assumed was a couple of hours later I was woken up by the sound of my cat meowing joyfully.

“Ruby,” I said with a sleepy little smile, Logan set down her cat carrier and opened it. Ruby trilled and purred as she hopped up elegantly onto my lap, laying down on my chest and curling up in her “loafing” position. “Hi, baby girl. Mommy missed you.” I petted her head, kissing her nose. She only continued to purr. I loved my little calico kitty.

“I checked on her, no marks or anything and it looks like she’s been well fed.” Logan said with a soft smile, kissing my head. “You have a good nap?”

“Mhm…” I voiced before I yawned, “and, how was your outing?”

“It was good,” Logan said happily.

“Thanks for checking on Ruby consistently while mom had her. And for checking marks and stuff, I don’t think she would do anything to hurt her, but I just… don’t trust her.”

“I know you don’t, honey, it’s okay. Also, of course. Did you eat lunch yet?”

I shook my head, “no, not yet. But I was hoping if you hadn’t eaten if we could go grab a bite to eat?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”

“Okay, let me do my makeup and… Look more presentable and then we can head out.” I sat up, causing Ruby to jump off my chest and onto the floor, running over to her cat tree house.

About thirty minutes later we headed out to go eat.