Oh to be the butch husband of a pretty little femme. To spoil her and take care of her and let her steal my clothes. To live in a cozy little house with an herb garden, constantly smelling of baked goods and tea
i ran to tumblr to post this because i knew you guys would understand
I met an older nb queer (I estimate early 50s) at the club last night. It was a religious experience. We talked about mushrooms, AIDs, and Terry Gilliams movies.
They told me about identifying as a sissy when they were a kid because that was the only term they had for an effeminate man. We talked about gender and the way the world has changed then they passed me a very strong joint.
As the night wore on they leaned over and told me how good it was to meet a butch for the first time in a long time. They told me that when they were 16 and sneaking out of the house to go to gay bars the butches were the ones who took them in.
I had to hold back tears in the club.
There are futures for all of us. And if your future involves tophats with feathers, silly songs, and trippy jackets, then there's a future for you too.