discuss: from day one on this planet we are bombarded by instructions in heterosexual sex, yet queer sex is either a mystery or a monster
i had no choice but to know everything that straight people do in the sack, but y’all keep acting like queer sex is this weird scary thing
it’s not my fault your sex lives are so predictable and socially narrated that you have to keep asking me point blank what i do in bed
butch-identified folk! this edition of “butch please” is about butches in the bathroom, i.e. butches entering very gendered spaces and the reactions they get there. tell me about your adventures in using the bathroom!
message me or reply to this post with your accounts of being accosted in the bathroom, reactions you might have garnered, etc
everything used for the article will be completely anonymous!
seeking queer models!
in search of queer models who had the experience of girlhood and grew up with an american girl doll. bonus points if you still have the doll (even if it’s in your parents’ attic, as long as you can somehow acquire it). currently organizing for a project on narratives of girlhood and queerness and looking for folks nearby (philly, nj, nyc, baltimore, dc)! shoot me a message!
"if the word for you is butch, remember this word. it will be used against you."
— ivan e. coyote
queer butches with thoughts about presentation! can i brainstorm with one of y’all (or hell, more than of y’all) on skype chat for a hot second? i’ve rewritten this same section about 10 times and i’m going insane
i’m thinking about why “dapper butch” as a uniform and cultural expectation is shitty for structures of power and shitty in general
need to bounce some thoughts off of y’all
googling “butch fashion”
I have always had this irrational fear of fish hooks, maybe because I know that it’s the littlest things that’ll get you. It’s the small moments that drag you to the surface, gut you while you’re gasping for your life. It’s the way she bites her lips when she’s concentrating, the way she always hangs up her coat even when you leave yours on the floor. She pushes her hair behind her left ear and the line is cast. Your dad used to say that you’ve got to set the hook when you feel the tug, and that look she gives you when she catches you watching her pulling up her socks, that’s what’ll lodge in your throat.
