im listening to Purcell’s Faiy Queen rn and theres this amazing part in which i have no idea of what the lyrics are supposed to be but it really sounds like several people are excitedly repeating with vibrant voices, “white people! white people! white people!” and idk i feel like it should be a meme
standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like “look at this fucking flower. this flower is taller than i am. this flower is winning and i’m losing”
Wow you are not ready to hear about trees.
i spent so much time in MOGAI spaces when i was younger i def thought i was an asexual genderfluid or something, had memorized 50+ variations of otherkin identities & flags, while im just a traumatized butch??? and im literally just starting to learn about my own culture and had never heard about butch/femme identities lmao MOGAI was a Big Mistake
I love dressing to the nines with my wife and stopping traffic downtown because people are open mouth starring at us.
I love it when the waiter puts my gin cocktail in front of my femme wife and then puts her neat bourbon in front of me. I wink at the waiter and switch the drinks.
I love being the only (young) couple who knows how to waltz at weddings. We put on a show.
I love how she looks in a pencil skirt. She loves my tie collection.
I love how she kisses me on the forehead while I’m fixing things around the house.
I love it when a man asks me a question about car mechanics and I refer the question to her, my car high femme.
I love that she puts a happy note in my lunch every day.
I love how she has my measurements memorized so she can buy me nice shirts when she goes thrifting.
I love how she still gets excited when I buy her flowers.
I love when she bakes brownies and she always sets aside two for me, her sugar butch.
I love how she inspires straight women to ask for more and expect more from their husbands/boyfriends.
I love being a chivalrous butch and worshiping her as my queen.
I love subverting gender norms/expectations. Anyone who knows us knows she is the boss.
lawful manic: organizing your entire house at 3 am neutral manic: spending five hours seriously researching going back to college even tho it was a disaster previously because you can totally do it now and you’re gonna major in, like, ten things chaotic manic: how and why did you end up spending $600 on the forever 21 site and do you really need that many mom jeans?
lawful dissociated: when you look at the clock and realize you’ve been playing the sims for almost a full day neutral dissociated: that tumblr post that’s just like [dissociates while eating cereal]
chaotic dissociated: Flashbacks™ but you’re also making jokes about them like it’s no big deal and your friends are low-key worried
lawful irritable: impulse-creating a Discourse Blog because you wanna fight neutral irritable: seeing straight couples within five feet of each other is suddenly giving you the urge to Punch chaotic irritable: finding that one middle school teacher you utterly hated on facebook and telling them in detail why they’re the reason your life is a trash heap now
