high five if you’re one of those sensitive look-away-from-the-camera-while-smirking butches with the broody poetry and the v necks with the cardigans
you know the ones, the ones that go for walks by themselves with their headphones on listening to obscure female folk singers and bringing home cool rocks in their pockets to show to no one
they’re probably a writer or they play an instrument. or both. they’re dressed in soft blues and blacks and they have a collection of obscure queer literature that they read while they drink unsweetened early grey with the windows open so they can hear the rain
i am literally talking about myself but also! you know this is a thing. everyone knows this lesbian though they probably rarely see or hear from them bc we’re all hiding in our houses reading caitlin r. kiernan and listening to big thief
I’m more of a “challenge you to an arm wrestling contest behind Taco Bell and lose” kinda butch but I appreciate the hell out of you.
yess. true solidarity.
hey op id like you to disable the cameras youve somehow managed to put in my house ok thank you have a nice day
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