butches who appreciate femmes

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picture taken by our good friend Kyla @ The Shondes July 4th show

I’m a really spoiled femme. I have a butch partner who knows the value of chivalry, I joke that I haven’t opened a door for myself in five years, who bakes me cupcakes, carries a hankerchief to hand me when I burst into tears and always walks streetside. Ze cherishes my gender even when it means me leaving glitter all over the bathroom, or us having to transfer a bunch of times becuase I wore impractical shoes so we have to get to off the subway as close as possible even if it’s not the most logical way of getting somewhere quickly.

As a femme who loves butches I especially enjoy reading pieces that talk about butch/femme relationships and the beautiful and unique way the two genders interact.  Sometimes there is a story, or article, or piece of art that just knocks the wind right out of me, makes me feel seen, and cherished by my community. I found one of moments this morning in Ivan Coyote’s “Hats off to beautiful femmes” If you are a femme who loves butches it’s an absolute must read that will leave you smitten and swooning.

you really must go read the whole thing but here are a few of my favorite parts:

“I don’t know why I can tell that you are not straight, but I can. Maybe it is the way you look at me. Please don’t stop looking at me the way you do.”

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“I know those shoes are fucking killing your feet. I want you to know how much I appreciate that you are still wearing them. You look hot. I love you in them. They look great with that dress.”

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“Thank you for reaching out in the dark at the movie theatre to grab my hand in the scary parts. It makes me feel like I am strong, that I can take care of you. Even if there is no such thing as vampires, and you do so much yoga that you could probably easily kick my ass.”

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“I want you to know that I know it is not always easy to love me. That sometimes my chest is a field full of landmines and where you went last night you can’t go tomorrow. There is no manual, no roadmap, no helpline you can call. My body does not come with instructions, and sometimes even I don’t know what to do with it. This cannot be easy, but still, you touch me anyway.”

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