#you can take the butch out of the country (not for long)

[ruthytwoshakes]

cicadas are fun to eat if you are an animal , or a person, nom nom nom crunch crunch. They only come out every couple of decades though, so you’re gonna have to wait a long time before you can see them again. Gorge yourself until then. Decorate your windowsills with their shells, record their buzzing to listen to while you sleep. Don’t forget, you can’t forget. okay bye.

#tf2 #sniper tf2 #tf2 sniper #tf2 fanart #fem fortress #butch fortress #futch fortress?? #somebody needs to get on that #pin up #you get it #cus they’re gonna pin her up to the wall #like a bug #that’s why she’s so scared ooooooo oh no I hope she runs away very fast so she does not get dried out and put in a collection case!! #daffys drawings #y’all ever think about the bugs you grew up with and how you’ll never see them again because I do that a lot #SEND ME BACK TO THE STICKS SEND ME BACK TO THE STICKS PLEASE ILL TAKE GOOD CARE OF IT!!! #you can take the butch out of the country (not for long) #but you can’t take the country out of the butch. I want to chop wood for the fireplace again. Why is there so many buildings everywhere.

[gatheringbones]

[“It was only after I came out as a dyke that, for the first time in my life, I felt ready to celebrate being a girl, and I did. Actually, I overdid. Armed with Esther Newton’s Mother Camp, Judith Butler’s Gender Trouble, and Joan Nestle’s A Restricted Country, I embraced femme. I dressed up in short flowery dresses, pushup bras, satin panties, and lacy stockings. I paid great attention to my long, curly, perfectly-coiffed hair, my glamorous makeup, and especially my pouty lips. I spritzed Lola’s smell on my skin—Estee Lauder’s Private Collection—and painted my nails. I wore all of it with black combat boots and a brilliant sense of irony. I reveled in my girliness, went over the top, learned how to tweeze my eyebrows and line my lips with a lip pencil.

My gender presentation was unmistakable: blatant female sexuality. I was a proud, in-your-face, take-no-prisoners, uppity, don’t-assume-I’m-straight-because-I-wear-lipstick-and-dresses femme dyke. Because femmes are always assumed to be straight or sleeping with men, and I do sleep with men, I made sure to always have a butch on my arm so I’d be read as femme. Even though I was sure I’d be mistaken for straight, the boys took one look at me and steered clear. It was as if I was too much of a woman for them to handle, like I was a handful, and I was. But butch girls love a handful—a handful of tits, a handful of ass, a girl who needs to be handled, a girl who can handle herself.

How I figured out I was a femme had a lot to do with the women I was attracted to and the dynamic between us. When I was in junior high, I used to mess around with a friend of mine named Angela. Angela was one of those girls who developed early; I remember she had big breasts in like sixth grade. We mostly kissed and touched over clothes, and we played out various boy-girl scenarios. I was always the girl—my early femme roots. My favorite of all our little scenes was the one where she was my male boss and I was the secretary. The boss made me have sex with him and told me if I didn’t I would get fired. Now this was all before Clarence Thomas, Anita Hill and the media awareness/obsession with sexual harassment. I remember she’d tell me to suck her dick and push my face unmercifully into her crotch, which smelled amazing,. The drama of it all—the force, the degradation, the power games—really got me off. After that, there was no going back to simplicity. I was hooked on the power.

Jen really epitomized all the girls I was attracted to then and still am. Being with a butch girl, I was valued for my combination of strength and vulnerability, for dressing up, for wanting an arm to hold onto, hips to wrap my legs around, being able to give my body over to her and say, I trust you, I’m yours. My butch loved me in low-cut dresses, appreciated my sexual voraciousness, worshipped my inner slut. I reveled in the fact that I could be strong and submissive all at once. Surrender and still be a feminist. Being a dyke is not just about who I fuck and love, it’s about being a girl who doesn’t play by the rules.

Butch girls don’t play by the rules either, and I love butch girls. Girls with hair so short you can barely slide it between two fingers to hold on. Girls with slick, shiny, barbershop haircuts and shirts that button the other way. Girls that swagger. Girls who have dicks made of flesh and silicone and latex and magic. Girls who get stared at in the ladies room, girls who shop in the boy’s department, girls who live every moment looking like they weren’t supposed to. Girls with hands that touch me like they have been touching my body their entire lives. Girls who have big cocks, love blow-jobs, and like to fuck girls hard. Every day, it is the girls that get called Sir that make me catch my breath, the girls with strong jaws that buckle my knees, the girls who are a different gender that make me want to lie down for them.

Someone else said it about me recently and it’s right on target: “She gets off on all different sorts of people sexually, but she falls for butches.” Like the poet who bought her first strap-on with me and then wanted to sleep with it on. The shrink-in-training who got harassed every time she drove down South. She did look so much like a fifteen-year-old boy: blue button-down shirts, neatly-combed blond hair. The ad exec who had names for her dildos and used to love for me to spit-shine her wingtips. The photographer whose face was so mannish she could pass almost anywhere. The writer who wanted a body like Loren Cameron’s. The telephone repairwoman who drove a truck. The cook who had a boy’s name. The academic who got cruised by gay men on Castro Street. The cornfed farmboy from the Heartland with arms so hard and strong you swear they’ve been working the land, not the iron at the gym.

And there’s the one who’s got the James Dean stare down, and dresses like a clean-cut fag, and looks at me like she could look at me forever and never blink or grow tired or move from the spot she’s in. She’s a girl who loves girls like me—girls in velvet bras, girls who want to surrender to her mouth. She’s a girl who isn’t afraid to throw a femme down on the bed and fuck her. Possess her. My kind of girl. This girl is different.”]

tristan taormino, from this girl is different, from a woman like that: lesbian and bisexual writers tell their coming out stories, 2000

#tristan taormino #bi literature #gender stuff #femme #currently reading #terra preta

[archangeldyke-all]

Butch trucker Sevika? 👁️👁️

sugar......... your mind.....

men and minors dni

she drives an 18 wheeler across the country. she loves the job. it's just her (with little slayer by her side) ((yes i'm bringing slayer into this i love that little imaginary dog)), and it's always quiet, just an audiobook playing in the background, and she gets to travel and see places she never would have before. she loves it.

you work at one of those mega gas station/ rest stops in the middle of nowhere. your job mainly consists of selling people various snacks from the convenience store or checking out shower stalls for various truckers that come through or re-stocking the spinning hotdog rollers.

sevika stops at your gas station one day to fill up and grab some chips for the long trip ahead of her.

when she sees you, she's starstruck.

she's absolutely silent at the register as you ring her up, just flabbergasted by you and your beauty.

you seem to barely notice her, exhausted at the end of your shift. sevika's grateful for this-- because she's absolutely mortified by her behavior. she's never been this flustered by a girl before.

but she makes it her life mission to get you to notice her.

any time she's even in your state, she makes a long detour to go see you at the gas station.

half the time she goes you aren't even there. she ends these trips cursing herself for being so stupid. but when you are there, she promises herself she won't stop visiting you at the gas station until you tell her to fuck off or she makes you hers.

she quickly becomes a familiar face for you.

you always smile when you see her, asking her how her route's going. she answers honestly, getting tiny giggles out of you when she starts cursing out stupid drivers and the rain.

you think she's fucking adorable. she'd hate it if she knew that's the first word that comes to mind when you think about her.

sure she's ripped and handsome and looks like she could fuck you for days at a time, but she's always stuttering and cursing and stealing glances at you from the aisles of the gas station.

sometimes, late at night she'll come in and stay for a bit, just watching you work, making sure nobody gives you trouble. you always notice. you think she's the sweetest woman you've ever met. (even though you haven't really met her)

one night she catches you after your shift, sitting on a bench outside of the gas station and having a smoke. she pauses on her way in-- not sure if she should act like she really comes here for snacks or just give up her act and talk to you.

she doesn't have to make a decision though, because you decide for her.

"hey." you say, giving her a friendly smile and a wave. she gulps.

"hi."

"long night?" you ask her. she clears her throat and nods.

"yeah. how about you?" she asks. you giggle and shrug.

"the snow's got everyone staying inside so it was pretty slow. good to see you though, i was wondering when you'd come around again." you say, giving her a sweet smile and fluttering your eyelashes at her.

sevika melts.

you offer to share your smoke with her and she takes you up on it. you guys sit on the bench for hours, chatting and giggling and getting to know one another.

at one point, sevika walks you to her rig to introduce you to little slayer. the dog absolutely loves you (she can tell her mama likes you so she's on her best behavior,) and you think little slayer curling up in sevika's big burly arms is about the cutest thing you've ever seen.

at some point, sevika's phone starts ringing-- she's running behind schedule for her shipment. she apologizes and waves goodbye to you, and as she goes, you call after her.

"come back soon!"

she grins the rest of her ride.

sevika finally works up the nerve to ask you out a few months later. you giggle when she does.

"don't you live like, ten hours away?" you ask. she shrugs.

"i could drive here, like in my car. or i could get a delivery here, spend a few days here before i gotta make another. up to you." she says. you giggle and agree.

but when the big day comes, a blizzard rolls through town. you text sevika asking if she'll be able to make it, but don't hear back. you spend your shift depressed and a little heartbroken, missing sevika and knowing you likely wont see her for another week or two.

but as you're wrapping yourself up in your layers getting ready to go home, sevika's rig comes pulling into the empty parking lot. you gasp.

sevika comes tumbling out of her truck, sprinting up to you with a wild look in her eye.

"you're still here!" she exclaims. you let out a disbelieving laugh.

"what are you doing here?!" you ask, wrapping sevika up in a hug. she's just in a wifepleaser and sweats-- she hadn't grabbed her coat before running out in the snow to greet you. she sighs against you.

"i'm sorry i missed your text. i had no signal with all the snow." she says, bashfully rubbing the back of her neck. you giggle.

"you're adorable." you say, shooting up to kiss her. sevika's shocked against you, sighing against your mouth and wrapping her arms around you.

you guys end up spending the night in her truck, talking over chips and sodas, watching the snow fall and cuddling together on the little twin bed in the back, slayer sleeping on top of you.

it becomes a pretty frequent occurrence, even without the snow.

sevika will come by to visit you while you're finishing up work, perfectly timing her mandatory 8 hour break so she can spend time with you.

sometimes you'll take her into town and show her around.

sometimes you guys just chat in her truck.

(sometimes you take her back to your place so you guys can fuck in a bigger bed.)

but eventually, you and sevika are going steady.

it's pretty hard, with only being able to see her once a week and the two of you living across the country from one another. but on your one year anniversary, sevika comes to visit you at work when you aren't expecting her.

she grins at the sight of you lighting up behind the counter, barely able to contain your excitement as you check out the guy in front of her. when it's her turn, you jump over the counter and into her arms.

"what're you doing here?!" you ask as you pepper her face with kisses. sevika giggles.

"i got a surprise for you." she says, shrugging. you pull away from her with a grin.

"well, show me!" you exclaim. sevika giggles as she presses a letter into your hands. the letterhead is from her company, and you furrow your brow as your eyes scan the text, then suddenly, you burst into tears.

sevika takes it the wrong way.

"i can reject it, you know." she says uncertainly. "i don't have to..."

it's a permission slip, allowing sevika to relocate her primary location to your town. you giggle at her words and wrap her up in a hug.

"don't you dare." you whimper against her. she melts in your arms, pressing kisses to your head. "will you move in with me?" you ask as you pull away. sevika grins.

"i was hoping you'd ask that. nobody's renting around here." she admits. you smile.

"my landlord doesn't like dogs, but slayer's not really a dog. she's like a fiesty gerbil." you say. sevika laughs.

"i'll just fight 'im if he gives us shit." she says. you grin.

there's a line forming behind sevika, and her truck is burning gas as it idles in the parking lot, but you don't care about either as you lean in to capture her lips in a kiss.

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian

#this is a very usa-core fic i'm sorry to my international readers ahhahaa #sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #sevika smut

[official-darkforest]

i am SOOO unbelievably thrilled by your anthro au omg. do you have fashion ideas for the characters? like their favorite outfits, fabrics, etc? imo one of the best parts of anthro characters is deciding how they'd express themselves through their clothing :]

I HAVE A FEW ALREADY!!!! i dont have many specifics because theres so many characters ahd i havent drawn them all yet LOL but i'll share the ones i do have at least SOMETHING for

im also trying to keep these reasonable for the time period and location, as in my au the clan cats are mostly rural and in small towns set (mostly) before the 2000s so most may dress more modest and conservative (especially if theyre older and very religious)

squirrelflight - the best i can describe her sense of fashion is that it ranged from tomboy as a younger girl and is currently closer to a working class butch. im not sure if masc would be a more appropriate term since i dont hc her as a lesbian (shes bi) but she dresses "like a man" and owns a lot of jeans, slacks, and button-up shirts of all kinds of fabrics and patterns. she also enjoys bright colors as well, but as she got older her fashuon sense got a little more sensible and less "loud" like it was in the 60s and 70s. she also has glasses like her daddy once shes like 35 or so. she and firestar dressed very similarly, and a lot of her shirts and neckties are things she stole from his closet

feathertail - very feminine. hippie adjacent, lots of loose and flowing garments and jingly pieces. breatheable clothes and open toed shoes. her favorite swimsuit had some little frilly bits on it i think. often combines neutral earthy tones with blues and whites

crowfeather - lots of handmedowns from his father. clothes you can do farmwork in like jeans, overalls, hardy flannel/denim shirts and boots. never grew out of this and still dresses this way and he likes it

jayfeather - he looks like a modernized (as far as the 80s goes) version of his father - same hairstyle snd way of dress. he isnt too formal but does have some more preppiness to his clothing style (polo shirts and sweaters). he avoids full button downs since buttoning them himself jjust gets frustrating since he cant match them up every time. new wave band shirts. he also wears orange tinted glasses to protect his eyes (in this au i wrote that hes able to perceive shadows and light pretty okay, but not much else beyond that) And Kinda As A Fashion Statement cuz it goes well with his facial structure and hairstyle i think

lionblaze - hes like if the stereotypical jock and stereotypical 80s rock+metal enthusiast had a baby. muscle tees and bandanas, ripped jeans, those absurdly short shorts, crop tops, etc. he's a drummer i think if that matters LOL

ivypool - punk, also sorta like joan jett to an extent. very homemade, tho sometimes she gets lazy and doesnt really commit to the outfits all the way (but definitely has the mindset, dint get me wrong). one of those girls with a chest small enough to go braless 99% of the time; wears a lot of tank tops and sleeveless shirts LOL

bone/brick/scourge - just google "the outsiders movie" or "greaser" and you'll get the idea. tho i imagine these three in particular also have some kind of bare minimum formalwear scraped together from their escapades. theyre kinda like the jetts/sharks from west side story if that helps at all

daisy - she combines flowing, pretty dresses with a sunhat and work boots. she also teaches horseback riding and owns a few (its a business she runs w smokey and floss. i think its be funny if they were polyam ITS MY AU I CAN CHANGE WHAT I WANT) and she has horseback-appropriate clothing as well

poppyfrost - THEE preppy girl of the 80s. big hair, perm and all. dresses with pastel colors. her sisters cinderheart and honeyfern are pretty similar, tho i imagine honeyfern is a little more sporty and cinderheart takes inspiration from madonna once shes trying to court lionblaze

hazeltail - long haired country girl butch. enough said

spottedleaf snd cinderpelt are nuns lol

#warrior cats #anthro warrior cats #micks anthro au

[buttercuparry]

This was originally supposed to be a reblog response. But then the length of it got out of my hand and I thought why not make it an independent meta. It is long but still I would be happy if anyone of you read it. I do not claim to be an expert of anything. Only that this is my thought on the issue of Arya's gender expression

I would like to begin by asking if Arya ever has considered a particular gender expression in anyway? When we write metas after metas defending Arya's femininity, the point of argument is not to take away or bleach away the gender expression of those who specifically are comfortable and in fact do want to express themselves in certain specific ways of masc and femme. Our argument is that at no point in the story has Arya ever with the linguistic patterns available to her has expressed her desire to be "masculine". Her asking her father if she can go into politics or be a scholar isn't related to her trying to emulate any specific gender expression. How can we say Arya doesn't want to be considered feminine? Arya is a kid who time and time again reaffirms that she is a girl when (much to her chagrin) she is called a boy. She asks why cannot a woman have her own coat of arms. There is nothing in here that tells us "she doesn't want to be considered feminine". Yes I do know that being feminine and female aren't the same thing.

Yes there are girls who are very much comfortable in their gender indentity of being a woman and who also consider themselves to be butch. I think when some of us write certain metas our point is not to take away these expressions but in fact to say that there is nothing to be villified here. And of course girls who aren't given to express desires of all that is socially considered feminine ( at least in my culture): which is dreaming of marriage and family, aren't automatically someone who do not want to be considered 'feminine'. If the point of "maybe Arya doesn't want to be considered feminine" is rooted in Arya being excited to have a sword and joyous to learn water dancing and finding dresses a hindrance during her run around the war zone or even not caring if she got them muddy during playing. Then I do not know what to say.

When we are living our everyday lives maybe we are't doing things to reiterate our gender expressions. Why then when in fiction characters like Arya step out of restrictive gender norms of society is it seen as their express wish in making a kind of statement about their distaste for femininity. When in fact the statement that can be made with canonical quotations is that why aren't women allowed to be on an equal footing to their male counterparts. What is so wrong in a queen consort displaying her own coat of arms when touring the land of her subject, when the king is allowed to.

I think I have digressed. I realized this after writing all this shit. Our metas aren't in support of bleaching away gender expression when we have all fought to get here in this day and age. When certain metas circulate that make it seem as if it is a villainy for a woman to want to be "masculine" then that's the problem. When these metas then go on to cluster only certain activities as "feminine" and hence pure and those which aren't in accordance with it as "masculine" and hence to be loathed then that's what we are writing our metas against. Our metas of "if something is done by a female then it is feminine" wishes to express only this. Yes perhaps there was a lack of nuance to the words used in this expression and perhaps this can be harmful.

I know all of it is fiction but the fervour with which these metas divide the supposed good ( which within grrm's world is highborn femininity) and bad ( which is everything that does not coincide with highborn femininity- be it horse riding or living the life of a peasant woman amidst warzone), it does make us feel some type of way.

Coming from a previously colonized country which has another dark history of casteism, the parameters of what it means to be the 'ideal' woman ( note the word ideal) has come not only under the dictum of the colonial overlords but also under the dictum of savarna overlords ( upper caste tyrants). So pardon me if I am incensed to see such boxes being formed almost unconsciously in discussions of fiction.

The metas referred to in this fandom do not exist in vacuum. In this fandom there are very specific points of reference used to term something as feminine. Courtesy, practicing embroidery, sighing to love songs, the whole of the court culture, giving favours during tourney etc these are all termed as ideal points that is said to make someone truly feminine. Are these the parameters via which Arya should be measured? What is the basis for the idea of "Maybe Arya doesn't want to be considered feminine"?

I know that fiction should be fiction and real life shouldn't affect it. But even so during these discussions sometimes it becomes impossible to leave out real world political considerations. All over the world, woc have suffered from colonial gaze on their personhood and on their body. Aesthetic wise sometimes we are too hairy, sometimes our facial features aren't delicate enough, we aren't fair enough and thus we aren't feminine enough. Which sometimes translates into we aren't women enough ( why else would certain sport women be subjected to the indignity of invasive tests). So I know for a fact that if today I wish to be considered traditionally feminine, I may not be considered so aesthetic wise according to certain beauty standards of the West. And then if I consider another set of ideals that my countrymen has subjected the bodies of dalit/bahujan women to ( I think the English here is a bit wonky, so it may come off as me saying that I am from the bahujan caste, I am not. I am a savarna woman).

So when I say that Arya is feminine and scream about it over and over again, this is what I am talking about. I am not trying to create a binary for those who have a specific gender expression. And are comfortable and proud of it. More power to you.

#arya stark

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Fo3 Companions (+Gob and Sarah) With A Sick!Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.5k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Charon has pretty basic medical experience and can keep you alive, but he's not too excited about it. He'd rather just take you to a clinic and have you actually checked out to make sure it's not anything worse, but he's on your schedule and you're claiming it's just a cold. You'll manage, but it might not be comfortable.

Clover is so gentle toward you. She'll run her hands down your back and give you a handful of chems to ease the sickly feeling. She's no medic, so her main focus is just giving you things that'll keep you stable till you can find a doctor or start feeling better.

Star Paladin Cross has experience when it comes to soldiers falling ill on the battlefield and is probably one of the better ones on this list to have to help nurse you back to health. She'll go and grab a few herbs and plants, ground it up real quick, and all of a sudden you're feeling better than how you did when you left the vault.

Jericho just shrugs his shoulders and continues on his way. He's got no clue what you're expecting of him when you tell him you're not feeling well. Go to the clinic in Megaton? Just be sure you're using YOUR money, not his.

Butch panics a bit when you tell him you're sick, I mean, what's he supposed to do? All he's ever done was rough people up and cut people's hair, he doesn't know the first thing about medicine. He'll rush to find you a place to lie down, doing his best to cook something edible with the Mirelurk meat he pocketed on the way, but that's the most you'll be getting out of him.

Fawkes is so quick to find a doctor for you, or if he can't, gather all the medical supplies he has on him. He'll look you over and ask all sorts of questions about how you're feeling. He's no expert but he did read a lot of books while in the vault, so he's somewhat confident in his abilities. You'll be better in no time with Fawkes constantly doting on you.

RL-3 will tell you to toughen up and do 20 push-ups or something. There's no room for illness when you're fighting for your country.

Gob gets so nervous when you walk into the bar all washed out and pale, looking like you were going to pass out at any second. He rushes to get you sat down at one of the tables while he goes to grab you a wet rag to put on your forehead. He'll ask you a bunch of questions about how you got sick, or how long you've been like this before asking Nova to take you down to Doc Church's to get you looked at. (he's scared Moriarty will hit him for abandoning his post at the bar)

Sarah, like Cross, is well-equipped to handle issues like this, pretty much doing the same thing as her just with a little more charm. She'll try to make a few jokes and do her best to not make it feel like a boot camp while you're flushed and burning. She takes your health seriously and won't stop pressing until you start feeling better.

#fallout #fallout 3 #fo3 #charon #charon fo3 #clover #clover fo3 #star paladin cross #star paladin cross fo3 #jericho #jericho fo3 #butch fo3 #butch deloria fo3 #butch deloria #fawkes #fawkes fo3 #RL-3 #RL-3 fo3 #gob #gob fo3 #sarah lyons #sarah lyons fo3 #fo3 companions #fo3 headcanons #lone wanderer #lone wanderer fo3 #lone fo3

[i-hold-horrors-hand]

Love Is A Fire (Chapter 1: Urge To Fulfill An Ever Needed Thrill)

How Allie met Mary.

(Gender weird Mary, gender weird lesbianism, reclaimed slurs)

(Also readable here)

When the two lock eyes, it's instant. Mary feels his cock twitch in his too-tight tattered jeans; he knows that he will be satiated tonight. Allie feels a shiver run through her svelte frame; she knows that she will be taking Mary home with her.

It starts out at a dyke club. A messy, punk, hole-in-the-wall dyke club, somewhere in France. The kind of place where you can expect to see french metalheads, gutter punks, butches, bulldykes, les gouines, and such folk. Not somewhere you expect to see lithe, fashionable, pretty femmes.

But what is lesbianism, what is queerness, if not subversion of expected norms?

Allie, a pretty femme clad in clothes that are just barely a step down from haute couture, sips her quirky and delicious Levrette, and looks around the dykey dive bar. She takes in the various women, mascs, and other patrons, noting mentally how each one makes her feel when she lays her eyes upon them. Checking them out, sizing them up. She arrived alone, but she's not leaving alone.

Across the bar, a messy gutter punk named Mary surveys the scene. Dressed in a ripped shirt and even more ripped jeans, he fits right in. He nurses a cheap single malt, slowly letting it run down his throat, savouring it. He originally came here to alleviate his boredom, but now he seeks something else. Satiation of another desire.

When the two lock eyes, it's instant. Mary feels his cock twitch in his too-tight tattered jeans; he knows that he will be satiated tonight. Allie feels a shiver run through her svelte frame; she knows that she will be taking Mary home with her.

But before that, they will begin their joining of their bodies in a bathroom stall. And before that, they approach each other, introduce themselves, talk a little bit. Got to know who you're working with.

Allie is an American attending a university in this country, studying art history. She is also a model. She laughs when Mary asks her what a pretty girl like her is doing in a dump like this, shouldn't she be somewhere fancier sipping on some expensive wine? She tells him that appearances can be deceiving, and there's more to her than meets the eye.

Mary is a Swede, in a niche-yet-fairly-popular death metal band, which played a few shows nearby recently. Now, tonight, he is out on the town. Looking for action, looking for fun. He doesn't actually speak much French, and is impressed when Allie says and demonstrates that she's relatively fluent. He asks her to teach him a couple words.

"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?" Allie bats her long, mascara-coated eyelashes.

Mary's eyebrows leap up his blood-painted forehead. "My my, who would expect the pretty little sophisticate to be so forward?"

Allie reminds him that appearances can be deceiving, and there's more to her than meets the eye.

There's more to Mary than meets the eye, too. Allie discovers this one they're in a bathroom stall, both frantically fumbling with each other's clothes.

She doesn't expect an erect cock to pop up out of Mary's jeans. Not a real one, anyway. But Mary isn't her first dyke-with-a-dick, and she's eager to take it.

And take it she does. In that grimy, graffitied, dive bar bathroom stall. And back at her apartment, in her bed.

A night well spent, for both of them.

#mary goore #mary goore x oc #repugnant band #mary goore fanfic #mary goore fanfiction #my writing #love is a fire

[cyberdragoninfinity]

I'd love to know what the other Barians are up to in the college AU!

YESSS like i said when i was talkin about Vector, I rly wanna properly draw all these guys sometime this year, theyve been bumping around my brain for Months now. some tidbits about the other guys:

Shark/Nasch: MISTAH TRANS MASC HE/THEY OF ALL TIME. Has a really dense Carrd covered in sea predator gifs and dA stamps. I thiiink I assigned him Pursuing a Marine Biology degree, naturally--he spends a lot of time at the aquarium wishing he worked there (he works at a country club currently. he drives golf carts to go pick up errant golf balls. his little nametag says 'Reginald'.) Does really well in his classes but is becoming. a Little Bit Burned Out trying to deal with them And work And whatever bullshit his current and ex-roommates are entangling him in. Vector stole his Ikea blahaj plush and tied it to a ceiling fan. Frequents Not-Lawrence State University's esteemed Smogon Club (usually because Yuma begs and begs for him to come,) and runs a nasty Walking Wake led Monotype team.

Rio: I NEED TO DECIDE ON HER MAJOR WAHHH Atmospheric Science would be kind of insane... invested interest in meteorology and winter events. I know she's dabbled in a bunch of campus sports and ice skates at a very skilled level, probably is banking on maybe doing that professionally if she can qualify. She's also buddies with Alexis! :3 Works at a bougie gelato place not far from the country club Shark works at so sometimes she will come bother him on her break. Has a modest interest in birding and sometimes meets up with the town Birding Group. All in all just likes being active and stylish and is closing in on a date with Miss Anna Kaboom~ lord dont get me started on butchfemme annario i aint got no brakes

Girag and Alito: THE BESTIES. THE ROOMIES OF ALL TIME. They actually live in the same apartment complex as Primo and Claus so they hang out and shoot the shit sometimes. Alito I feel is majoring in something like English, he's not super attached to it, what he really is banking on is a boxing career (whether or not that pans out for him remains to be seen.) He goes and spars at a local gym frequently! Girag is a history major with a focus on feudal Japan and he's also a furry. The boys' r/malelivingspaces ass apartment is a haven for the other Emperors if they dont want to be in the Nightmare House for a hot minute. Don't mind the giant knockoff red panda squishmallow taking up half their couch. Also Ponta is still there he's still a little spirit guy that Girag is nebulously aware of but Alito isn't.

Mizar: OH MIZAR..... one of my favorite zexals in the College AUverse tbh. my failwoman. Tentatively out transfem overdramatic fake blond trying out she/they pronouns for the first time. Has a big expensive gaming desktop that lights up (it looks vaguely like Tachyon Dragon lol) and uses it primarily to get into heated furry drama online and write extensive papers and lab reports for her Physics degree, usually while under some degree of white knuckle meltdown stress. She and Dumon were dating for a while but broke up and truth be told Mizar's still got a couple hangups about it. Gets into a LONG, STUPID beef with Kite over their fursona designs "being too similar" that culminates in them having a brawl on the roof of a hotel mid furry-convention. Yes they were both in fursuits. No you can't tell anyone you saw Kite in a fursuit keep you voice down shh!!!!!!! They end up having some kind of t4t qpr-ish situationship i think. not avoiding the mizakai allegations i fear HDFHSFGF

Dumon: WHO UP STUDYING THEY MEDIEVAL TEXTS. god. I love college AU Dumon. little library dyke. dweeb he/him butch kind of sort of dating clark's Paula From Earthbound and they are having In Depth discussions about a podcast they just listened to. Medieval lit major who knows more about knights than you ever will in your entire life. He was born in Utah. Organizes the finances of the Barian Rental House and takes it all dead seriously and Vector still owes like three months of back rent and he kind of wants to strangle him over it. Type of guy who spends all day at the campus coffee shop nursing the same matcha latte for five hours. Mizar is his best friend and they still hang out post-break up and they're both just kind of constantly putting up with Vector's bullshit. i mean all the Barians are but STILL.

Shark, Rio, Dumon, and Vector also all have the distinction of having known each other when they were kids, before they all moved off on their separate ways (until reconnecting in college) As you can imagine, Vector and Shark's playground wars would get. Violent. 🥴 Dumon has had a bit of a crush on Shark since they met but has absolutely never disclosed this. Because I think it is funny.

The funniest detail about them as a whole in college AU to me is theyre all transfer students from NLSU's sister-campus in Barian, Indiana. WOE! Midwestern be upon ye! And also the previously mentioned nightmare queer housing situation they live in under Don Thousand The Dogshit Landlord (or, well, at this point it's just Mizar, Dumon, and the Kastle twins living there. The situation has improved Somewhat after Vector got kicked out HHDFDF he still loves fucking with all of them though in true 🥕 fashion)

#DONT MIND THE RAMBLE THEYRE ALL VERY LOOSEY GOOSEY THOUGHTS waauughh i wanna draw themmm #also yeah alito n girag do frequently hang out with their fucked up ex-roommate's cousin and they thought he was a vector psyop for a WHILE #ygo posting #ygo spinoff college au #asks #anonymous

[flesh-into--gear]

@rozecrest this was just easier but im so glad you liked it!

honestly you can't go wrong with any of his albums.

Purgatory is hilariously strong from start to finish and has these tracks which i love (i love the whole album but, in order)

I Swear (To God)

Feathered Indians

Tattoos

Purgatory

Universal Sound

Lady May

Live at Red Barn Radio I & II in absolute entirety tbh but the usual standouts are here

Shake the Frost

Deadman's Curve

Charleston Girl

Rock Salt and Nails

Follow You To Virgie (oof, about his mom, its a hard listen some days but FUCK its good.)

Bottles and Bibles

Country Squire was a mild style change-up, a little more honky-tonk. it's got some great tracks on it but it was also a mild writing departure for him as well, focusing a little more on country tropes and a LOT more tongue in cheek (the song Ever Lovin' Hand is a masturbation joke wrapped in a song about missing the person you love a lot). probably his weakest album? but:

Creeker

House Fire

Peace of Mind

All Your'n

Long Violent History is a kinda cool album, it's all instrumentals, old school holler jams and stuff. kinda hard to get into unless you're from that kinda thing i would assume? just reminds me of when i was a kid at thanksgiving and christmas back when we still spoke to my dad's side, and he and my uncles and one of my aunts would all get together and jam on some old gospel and bluegrass tunes. everybody brought instruments.... ah well. but i digress. you can take me out of the country but ill always be a big tomboy butch who gets a little too excited around jacked up trucks of a specific set of years, or the smell of gas and oil in the morning.

Can I Take My Hounds To Heaven i admittedly completely checked out on because i was deep in covid depression throes so i can't and won't comment because it won't be an accurate representation so.

Rustin' In The Rain I still haven't taken time to fully check out, as im working through a music backlog, but.

In Your Love is an incredible song and go watch the video because it cut me deep as fuck. i know a lot of people still stuck in those mines and i have friends with family members dying today because of coal companies. and im a trans woman from backwoods VA with all my roots in Appalachia from both sides (we had a handful of bootleggers in the family, explains a lot tbh). song hit me hard, in a good way.

anyway! im sorry! thank you for listening to me ramble about an artist i really enjoy! one of these days i should really just start a podcast called "Nobody Asked" and it's just me screaming into a microphone about stuff like this!

like dave matthews! like yeah i get it "ha ha dad rock" but come on!

Live at Radio City with Tim Reynolds is a fucking MONSTER album! and dave is a good guy! or at minimum is actually worthy of supporting because the dude has been doing activist things quietly and loudly for longer than ive been alive! and their music spans so many genres!

Eh Hee

Bartender

Still Water / Don't Drink The Water (back to back! they must be listened to together! please listen to this and Bartender off Live at Radio City)

#41

Two Step

Satellite

Some Devil

Grace Is Gone

and thats not even touching a fraction of this man's catalogue, he's been making music for forty something years

ahain im sorry i just really really love music and GAH theres so many artists from my chilhood and teen years and stuff that get so undeservedly swept under a rug because... i really don't know why. i feel like a lot of artists immediately get written off because of styles or genres or whatever and thats just so unfair and upsets ke geeatly.

that's not directed at you whatsoever rozecrest to be clear lmao sorry it may have come off that way

also anyone who has an interest in bluegrass/gospel go listen to The Seldom Scene's "Old Train" and "Live at the Cellar Door" in their entirety

#music

[madmaru2010]

"Baby Gay."

Someone who has recently come out of the closet. A period of 1 to 2 years is the time span in which someone could be labeled as a baby gay. Baby gays generally instantly love everything rainbow related and generally have that innocent joy of just coming out. We have to protect them.

I was about 11 or 12 the first time it happened to me. We were in a locker room after spending a field day with my friends from the nun school I went to. I know, such a cliché, but it's the truth.

I didn't know why I got so anxious when my friends changed in front of me.

One of them, with whom I had a particularly lousy relationship, I would have said that she bullied me if I had known that word at the time, undressed completely in front of me. I remember as if it were today that I was petrified staring at the reflection of her tits in the mirror. Bully or not Bully, without clothes the girl had her thing.

I remember as if it were now: the electricity that ran through my whole body, how the words, which in my mind sounded normal (they always sound better in my mind!) took my mouth by storm and at gunpoint forced my tongue to tell her: "You have European tits". She was facing away from me, but I could see the reflection of her body, her face and mine in the mirror. One of my friends laughed and said to me " What would it be like to have European tits?" A red fire took over my face and I pulled out my nerdy, piggy, bookworm badge and gave an explanation that no one understood, fortunately. Or unfortunately. I was always the weird girl, the one who talked difficult, didn't know how to fit in well, and passed for eccentric and nobody gave too much importance to that fact.

Or at least that's what I remember, what I know.

At that young age I already had in my head, always in my head, a kind of Bestiary of Boobs.

In medieval literature, a Bestiary was a collection of stories, descriptions and images of real or fantastic animals.

When I was 12 years old, I had already catalogued women's breasts according to the continent they came from: European, Asian, Latin. And still, when I undress a woman, those categories jump laughingly in my head to see who is playing on that occasion.

I wonder now if the mother of one of my friends, a close friend of my mother's and not one to mince words, ever suspected my sexuality and commented on it. This anecdote actually happened in a country house where she was taking us. The Bully was her niece.

There were signs. Big neon signs.

My early passion for skateboards and menswear. My tomboy tendency, Butch, butch as they call it in the neighborhood.

The question "What if I'm a lesbian? bounced around in my head for as long as I can remember. The answer was always no, that I was flashing. Because I didn't know women like me. I had never heard stories like mine. Much later, I understood that when we ask ourselves for a long time the same question, the question itself is the answer.

I remember how I forced myself to look for guys I liked because you had to have a crush. I remember choosing a few, especially a boy I admired.

I didn't like boys, I wanted to be like them. It wasn't crush, it was identification.

It took me 24 more years to come across a fiction in which a woman accepted her sexuality by falling passionately in love with a colleague. They were scientists, daring, intelligent, funny, very feminine both and at the age of 36 I could no longer live in Narnia and I started, step by step, softly, softly, as the song says, to look for the exit door of the closet.

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#female writers #writerscommunity #writers and poets #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #wlw #lesbianvisibility #lesbian

[commajade]

idk how to word this question properly, but what differences do you see in the way korean lesbians/bi women dress in comparison to american ones? i can’t speak for neither but i can see a difference between how they dress in my country x in the US so i was curious

well to put it simply they dress like korean people? i only have my own experiences as a gyopo butch dyke and my historical knowledge to draw from so this info is gonna be specific to what i've noticed and not at all a comprehensive overview of the entire korean lesbian scene.

south korea has its own clothing trends and accessible clothing items with sizing and cuts that r specific to the country so that's what queer women have to choose from basically. korean clothing tends to be a little bit more gender neutral than american clothing as of the last 10 years and a little bit more formal. a lot of young korean people wear blazers and slacks and formal shoes just to hang out with friends regardless of gender, mix and matched with like jeans and t-shirts and sneakers to dress it down for casual occasions. most korean lesbians dress like korean women and the large breadth of personal styles that that entails. this is very much colored by upbringing, class, hobbies, whether they take part in subcultures, etc. korean lesbians/bi women often gravitate to subcultures such as the underground music scene or tattooist scene. the tattooist scene is inherently countercultural because giving tattoos without a medical license is illegal so people who cannot have standard jobs due to social hierarchies but have artistic inclinations tend to be drawn there.

there was a large south korean feminist movement in the last 10 years that has led to a lot of feminist and/or lesbian/bi women dressing casually and androgynously with no make up as a response to constant objectification and inhumane beauty standards in society and the workplace. i would say that this is analogous to the US lesbian feminist movement in the 60s-80s toward androgyny as a response to objectification. this is in historical contrast with butch/femme culture which cares more about actively attracting other women and signaling that they are a part of the lesbian subculture rather than dressing in a way to signal rebellion from patriarchy and wanting to deter the attraction and attention of men.

i think one significant difference to mention here would be that butch women in america and other western countries have the 1940s-onward classic butch image as the base for what female masculinity looks like while korean butch women in the 1970s-1980s typically dressed in a hippie style with long hair, denim, and prints. this isn't rly reflected in today's butch women's dress sense tho there's not a lot of cultural continuity from the older generation to now because of violent repression and other historical reasons.

the butch women i saw around hongdae going to bars and clubs dressed smart and formal and a little bit edgy but in a way similar to well-groomed and dressed korean men or even korean actors and kpop idols. the trend seemed to be female masculinity that looks like a feminine man the way that is popularized in korean media. the femmes i saw with them dressed similarly to other korean women going out for the night.

and there are of course many older butch women still around and they have varying styles but many tend to do a western style classic working class butch look. very few of these women r in the middle or upper class from what i've seen. these are women who are single or partnered with women and have worked in jobs such as manual labor work, taxi driving, food service, and bartending. their attire reflects their lives.

#asks #korean lgbt

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

❤️🎸🎶

MISC. HEADCANONS // @calebron

❤️ - How did your muse come to realize their romantic and sexual orientations? Was it difficult to accept? Are they proud of who they are?

Butch came to realize his attractions weren’t conventional somewhere in his early teens; whether this is due to some negative experiences he’s had is unknown, and there unfortunately were plenty. Men didn’t exactly jump at the opportunity back then, repressed by cultural expectations and all, and flirting would often end in a violent exchange—eventually he just started taking it in stride, taking what he could get… though that was years after strictly sticking to women for a long while.

He began to view sex as sex and attraction as just that, attraction. He found that he had “types” but they weren’t at all limited to gender. Though this took quite a while for him to fully grasp this part of him. Often times, after the fact, shame is still present but he’s not open about any of it. Ever.

It was very difficult for him to accept considering the time period he’s from and the heavy expectation from his father who was very toxic and one note about masculinity and how life was “supposed” to be. Live, work hard, make a family, and encourage the next of kin to do the same.

I wouldn’t at all say he’s proud of who he is; there’s a lot of self hatred and disgust intertwined with how he goes about his affairs and relationships with others, it’s just easier to ignore in the moment.

🎸 - Can your muse play any instruments? Do they play them often, or rarely? How actually skilled are they at playing them?

Butch’s main instrument is the guitar, though because of this, he can play near any stringed instrument within reason. A banjo, a bass, and a ukelele being main ones… he’s real good with his fingers! Man can play Roundabout by Yes near perfectly if ever given the opportunity if that tells you anything, lmao.

🎶 - What kind of music does your muse listen to? Do they have a favorite genre? Do you think the aux cord would be taken away from them?

Since entering the 21st century and catching up on everything he’s missed out on, you can imagine his mind was blown when he learned he didn’t have to physically go somewhere to see a live band to hear to music. While he has tastes for all kinds of music, his favorite no doubt are cheesy over dramatic 80’s classic hits. He's a sucker for old country and country rock too, but theres something about the passion in those 80's hits that gets him.

aux cord would definitely be taken away; mans the type or person to put the same song on REPEAT 10 times because it gives him the same level of seretonin every time.

#misc headcanons #calebron #(if you know you know. it’s the implication) #(started out heavy in the first half WOOF but we ended on a good note lmao)

[waveridden]

hi hayden can you tell us about the throwkyo guys 👀

okay, picture this. the world just ended.

not really, right? it's one of those blaseball things. lots of people have lives outside of blaseball; the world is bigger than splorts. but there's a vibrancy to tokyo that's decidedly a little dimmer now. hundreds of people vanished off the face of the earth, and a lot of them were hometown heroes. the people grieve, and move on.

the legscraper grieves, and moves on, by staying open. the tokyo fitness center might've been a passion project of the lift, but at its core it's a community center, and it's more important to a lot of people than it was to a blaseball team. they help people who need it, they offer art classes, they are a useful institution, and there are people who keep it going.

it's a massive, endless skyscraper with a lot of room. one of those rooms is a pottery studio, and there are four people who lay claim to it. this is about those four people.

the people are as follows:

katy hermoso (she/they), the youngest of the group. a kiln tech, a butch goth, decidedly the most capable and also the most empathetic.

gumdrop che amran (ne/nem), the eldest (in their 60s), a malaysian native who moved to japan to work as a language tutor and history teacher. kind and grandparently, and is here because they want to learn something new.

özlem suttner (they/them), a bike courier who is competitive, loud, and contemplative. they're here because they're horrific at making pottery, and they want to get better.

aya chartreuse (she/her), a tokyo native whose parents kicked her out in her late teens. she came to the fitness center because she had nowhere else to go, and she stayed here. she's been here for a long, long time.

they're here because of loose friendships, because of studio availability. because tokyo likes them and the legscraper sees promise in them, and so they get nudged together, ever so slightly.

they spend time together. not always in big groups but sometimes it's the four of them. sometimes it's pairs. sometimes it's özlem and aya teaching kids to swear. sometimes it's gumdrop helping katy learn to teach pottery classes. sometimes it's birthday parties. sometimes it's working in silence together.

a blaseball player falls from the sky. another one does, and another.

they all know. it's one of those magical innate things, something they can't explain. it takes a while for them to broach the topic as a group, and when they do it's hesitant. they all remember blaseball but gumdrop remembers it most clearly, can tell stories about ruby tuesday and the first consumer attacks and the rumors about before. not to scare everyone off: just so they know.

and they talk, and talk, and they decide: yes. they will do it, because they want to. because the team needs people who want to be there, instead of the handful who have been thrown into an unfamiliar continent and country and are scared and traumatized and tired. because they hope that this will be a kinder time.

in some ways it is kinder. gumdrop is blessed in the first season. aya and rush valenzuela become close, even though they have no common spoken language. katy works with vernon, a lift shadow and longtime maintenance worker.

and in other ways it's less kind. özlem leaves from a curse (more thoughts in this post) and breaks everyone's hearts in the process. people die: maybe not teammates, not yet, but maybe it will be.

but the four of them, they're going to stick together as long as they can. they went in with eyes open. they went in with hope. and they will not let that go.

(they're called throwkyo bc you throw pottery and you throw blaseballs)

#waveridden.ask #queen-eevee #i need a blaseball tag #a lot of this is from liftcord and is not strictly mine. but some of it is mine! i just LOVE them #will accept follow ups about any of this but probably won't get to it till tomorrow

[cowboyjen68]

Dear Jen, I was curious if you knew of any dating apps that were strictly butchfemme? I’ve tried doing my own search but couldn’t find anything, maybe you know something that I don’t? I’m in my mid 20’s and have a lot of love to give, but in irl lesbian meet ups only end in disappointment because butches never show and the ones that do are in relationships already. I definitely need an app’s help…

- Sincerely a discouraged femme looking for her butch sweetheart💔

I have been quite lucky enough to never have been on a dating app. Most of that is because I am still very much in love with my ex and like a bad country song, I am not trying to move on from her. I am content where I am. Also, I know many of the lesbians in my local community so if I WAS interested I would just ask.

I met my last girlfriend on Tumblr many over 5 years ago. We became friends and she was not that far away. It was a lucky break she reached out and once we met I fell deeply in love. Her friendship is the world to me.

I have heard your same lament from many femmes, that butches are getting more scarce at on both dating apps or single gatherings. It is so common of a problem that my heart breaks a bit for all the femmes and the butches missing out on that connection that many of us are built to be fulfilled by.

The best meetups are always live events but it sounds like your local ones yield poor results for you. Try keeping your eyes out for a local women artist's event (like a singer or performer) at a local venue. The audience can be more varied. Maybe your chances are better.

Facbook local pages for lesbians can often have meet ups IRL and can be regional. (I know I know.. Facebook, but it is an option). Butch Fashion club allows femmes as long as the content stays butch focused and you never know who you will meet. There are butch/femme FB groups but perhaps not regional and I would use cautiion. These sites can have some sketchy characters.

Discord I am sure has some butch/femme forums so maybe some of my followers can give you some direction there as well.

I one hundred percent suggest you look for women's festivals this summer, even if you have to drive a bit and take a vacation to women's land for a break from the real world. Every festival I have attending have butch /femme workshops, meetups, casual gatherings and social times. Plus you are surrounded my women, most of whom are lesbians.

Butch hugs for good luck. Keep looking. She is out there.

#butch #femme #dating

[usafphantom2]

The “lemon drop kid”

Because of my father Butch Sheffield‘s position, he was able to invite his wife and his two daughters to the celebration party for the U-2 at the Air and Space Museum in DC in 1998.

My Dad proud of his Grandchildren asked Mrs. Tenant if she would ask the Director to take a picture with his five granddaughters.

It was at this celebration of the U-2 that Director Tenant started publicly talking about how valuable the U-2 was to America.🇺🇸

Explained George Tenet, director of the CIA, in a symposium on the U-2 in 1998:

From the U-2 data captured by our overflights, data corroborated by intelligence obtained by other means, President Eisenhower could confidently resist the fierce domestic pressure to engage in a massive arms buildup. He knew for certain, that we had no bomber gap and no missile gap with the Soviet Union, all Soviet boasting to the contrary. By any measure, that was an intelligence triumph. The men and women who worked long and hard and often took great risks for the U-2's early successes can be forever proud of that.

"I want to say a special thanks to the pilots," Tenet continued, "from Carmine Vito to the U-2 pilots of today. The courage that Carmine and his colleagues showed made an enormous difference to the security of our country. These men allowed generations of Americans to live in peace and prosperity.

Carmen Vito was the first man to fly the U-2 over Moscow on July 4, 1956. Later on in the year of 1956. He was on another mission over the Iron Curtain when disaster almost struck. Vito was called by his fellow, U-2 pilots the ‘Lemon Drop kid.” He was known to always have a bunch of lemon drops in his pocket. Although he wasn’t supposed to he would open his face plate while flying and pop a lemon drop in his mouth. This time he accidentally popped an L pill into his mouth. He thought this was a strange lemon flavor. He opened the face plate again and spit it out. The L pill contained potassium cyanide. The poison pill was an option that U-2 drivers were given while flying over enemy territory.

The only reason why they were given this pill was so they could make a decision before being captured by the enemy, if that were to happen.. if they wanted to end their life to avoid the torture that was certainly coming.

It is a false rumor that U-2 pilots were ordered to kill themselves. After thIs flight, it was decided to destroy the L pills and look for a better idea. The better idea was a needle inserted in a silver dollar if you pulled the needle out it was covered with an extremely deadly shellfish toxin. They called it the dollar….only one poison needle coin was made. It was thought if a pilot had to use it because of capture, there would probably not be any more flights.

In October 1962 the CIA turned the U-2 program over to the Air Force. The Russians had promised that they would not place ballistic missiles on the Communist island of Cuba. One of our U-2’s flew over Cuba, and found that they were indeed lying, and that the missiles were there …only 90 miles from Florida. This caused one of the most terrifying times in American history as we negotiated with Russia/ Soviet about solving the threat of the ballistic missiles. During this terrifying time Major Rudolph Anderson, while flying a U-2 was shot down over Cuba, and he not survive the attack. It was later found that Premier Khrushchev did not order the shoot down. To make it even worse one of our U-2 in a separate division was flying over the North Pole, his navigation failed and he flew into Russian territory. President Kennedy and Premier Khrushchev were able to get through these disasters without starting World War lll, The Soviets removed their missiles from Cuba. We removed our missiles from Turkey and Italy. It was agreed that a red phone would be placed in Moscow and Washington DC to make sure any further disturbances could be discussed in a timely manner.. by Linda Sheffield

@Habubrats71 via x

[archerofchaos]

“ If you want to control who is allowed near you while you shit, take your dumps at home.” So this is called the urinary leash and it’s played a massive role in limiting the access and involvement women have historically (and currently in many countries) had in public life. Providing safe spaces for women to use the restroom in both work and leisure environments was an essential step in the history of womens rights. W. Burlette Carter has a great paper on the history of this.

The thing is, the bathrooms are there. They are not magically dissapearing. This is not a urinary leash. But they are for all women. Transwomen aren't a threat to me or you. Heck, a number of transwomen are straight, they ain't interested in women at all. They're trying to piss. The issue with your line of thought is there's no real threat to the "safe space".

Do you know who's actually a threat to people trying to do their business and get out? Transphobes. Transphobes can not tell the difference between a man, a transwoman, a transmasc individual, or a cis butch lesbian. If people are accosted in the bathroom it's almost always because someone thinks they should not be able to piss there. You haven't delt with the dirty glares and whispers visibly queer folk have been dealing with in restrooms in recent years.

Frankly if a cis man walked in to a womans bathroom, peed in a (locked) stall, washed his hands, and left, I wouldn't give a flying fuck as long as he didn't piss in the floor. Sure it'd be odd but the bathroom was used as intended, so whatever. You act like there are no stalls or locks in these bathrooms but they are a standard feature.

If someone wanted to harass women while they are pissing, they would just do so. If someone wants to piss that's what they'll do.

Just say you think transwomen are a threat because you listen to fear mongering and move on.