i say this like once a month but modern artemis would absolutely be a country butch lesbian wearing aviator shades and a messy ponytail and a camo jacket and hunting boots, she’s in a bigass silver truck with a deer skull mounted on the front, she’s got her gold shotgun next to her and there’s like 10 girls in the back of the truck with beers and she’s doing donuts in the bass pro shops parking lot blasting like dixie chicks
me, a femme, tacking a rose and a sports bar gift card onto a fishing line and casting it out into a lesbian bar: find me a butch girlfriend
me, a butch, tacking a rose and a sephora gift card onto a fishing line and casting it out into a lesbian bar: find me a femme girlfriend
Me, a femme, hanging out at the lesbian bar with my butch gf, frantically tangling your fishing hooks together so when you try to reel them in its like the spaghetti scene in lady and the tramp: find eachother you sweet, beautiful, useless lesbians
in the mountains. fuck. of course theyre in the mountains. i fucked this post up
I drew the lesbian mountain women i didn’t know how else to comfort you.
oh my god… they are so beautiful. i love your art style so much !! bless u
Ok, so, story time. I grew up in a tiny town in the middle of the Rockies, at about 9000 feet above sea level. By tiny, I mean there were a little over 50 people directly within the town limits. We had no sidewalks. There were more people in the 20ish mile outskirts, I guess, and we usually counted them as ‘residents’ because that’s just what you do when your nearest neighbor is 7 miles away.
Now, funny thing – there were men that lived here, but comparatively fewer than what I later learned was ‘average’. For six years, I had a near complete cast of all-women mentors and teachers. They were hardy ranchers who cared for massive herds of horses, muscled elderly types who built their entire homes themselves out of recycled tires, kindly schoolteachers who regularly hiked to the streams and lakes to teach us how measure PH or how to notice bear signs in addition to our geography and math.
Later, long after my family moved away, I learned that in the Rockies, there are in fact pockets of lesbians who live in the mountains, and yes, my town was one of those places. I remembered the firm way they would tell me that I needed to be myself no matter what. I remembered the affectionate glances some of them shared. And I was utterly baffled when I learned that not every place on the planet would have seen these women as brilliant and powerful people who could make a life in the mountains paradise.
So just in case anyone was hoping this lovely situation is real – yes, it is. Lesbian mountain women helped raise me. Imagine them under the brilliant stars and the silence of nature, building their lives alongside the wild pines, happy, thriving, and teaching others to do the same. I will refrain from naming the town because I suspect the residents go there for peace and quiet, and would rather not be outed to Tumblr. But my love to them from afar – they would adore this artwork.
Things just transpired in my house hold that are equal parts offensive and hilarious… Here goes.
So my roommate, Dale, has a gf who does not live with us, but she’s here all the time. So Sunday when my gf was her we were on the couch and we kissed (scandalous, I know) and she saw it, and I’m pretty sure that’s the first time she’s seen us be affectionate, that’s neither here nor there.
So today she tells Dale she’s “uncomfortable” here and wants him to move out because she thinks me and my lady are going to hit on her or something, she doesn’t like living with lesbians, cause it’s not “normal”, so now I’m pissed. Then, Dale goes, “well you don’t live here, so it shouldn’t be a problem, just stop coming over”…things escalated and Dale is trying to break up with her, but she won’t leave our house….she locked herself in Dales room.
So, Dale barges in my room wearing a bathrobe and goes, “call every lesbian you know, we’re smoking this bitch out!” Then turns around and whips his robe like a cape…
And that’s the story of how there are 8 lesbians climbing through the window of Dales room…
Holy shit.
This is glorious
I like Dale. He’d break up with a bigoted girlfriend and he wears bathrobes like a cape. Not everyone would wear a bathrobe like a cape.
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