Maybe it's because I love hearing artists talk craft, maybe it's because in spite of being HoH I grew up in a family of musicians, I love hearing people talk about the music they make and how they make it, or other people breaking down a musician's work to its principles. Strong Song's episode on Andor and Friends at the Table Post-Mortems are great for this.
To me being a butch ain't about blue jeans and black tee shirts, flannels and boots, it isn't about fixing cars and woodworking either. Being a butch is about integrity, it's about considering others in all we do. It's about opening doors and uplifting others, it's about being the solid foundation and the rich, fertile soil in which others grow.
People aren't used to that, they aren't used to being considered, it's often scary to them. But I hope that someday everyone gets used to the feeling.
They were coming, I felt them since Sunday. Something about them makes the poetry flow a little easier
Why mask?
Before covid i used to get sick 2 or 3 times a year, knocked out for a week or two each time.
Since then i've been consistently masking indoors and on public transit. It's been about 7 years since the last time i was sick. I think i gotten sniffles twice since then, barely lasting a day, and that's it.
So this little habit have accumulated me about 6 months of extra quality lifetime, and counting.
That's one reason.
It's funny how before I embraced butchness everyone called me a butch and masc (throughout the early years of the pandemic my lovers would make "gotta make sure I bring my masc" jokes as they grab my hand and head towards the door). But now that I actually embraced butchness I've been called a femme so often???
What do you mean their compassion and kindness moves me to grow a deeper love and appreciation for bugs? I was already mostly there but my fear is /gone/
Trans butch dyke, maker of things, teller of tales, author of smut, loverboy poet. 30s
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