don’t even try to talk to me about “bi privilege” like bitch did being being bi save Hamlet, prince of Denmark, from being Stabbethed and poisonéd right there along with all those str8s??? no??? then Shut the hell Up
I’m with you but how dare you imply that Laertes was straight
my god, of course, you’re completely right, what have i done
I just want a rich business butch to make me her trophy wife and buy me louboutins and jewelry and take me to galas in a sexy tesla sports car and open the door for me in her sexy 3 piece suit and take my delicate hand as I arise out of the car in 6 inch louboutins and a red silk dress with a super high thigh slit and she walks me down the red carpet and into the gala honoring me for my work in my chosen profession because im her femme trophy wife but i also have advanced degrees in my field and I’ve written books and shit and she proof reads for me since I’m a lesbian that can’t spell and she’s my sexy power wife that wears power suits 24/7 and intimidates our kid’s teachers at school for pushing heteronormative stereotypes onto our child and says something at the end of the meeting with the principal like “and if I ever have to come down here for bullshit about my daughter rightfully defending herself I will make your life a living hell” and I’m at the curb in our tesla crossover because we respect the earth and my daughter says something witty about how the public school system is classist and it’s time for revolution and she wants a dog for her birthday but she’s only 10 and were not sure she’s ready for the responsibility and commitment of raising a pet but then I realize I want the dog so we go to the pet store and get a great Dane with black and white spots and name her daisy and the dog is also a lesbian. and also me and my wife bang in the tesla sports car.
Sorry I 100% can’t relate. I would not buy one dog I would buy two. It’s a true power move to walk two Great Danes at the same time in silk and high heels.
The missing ingredient, I see in hindsight, was eroticism, worn on the sleeve and there in the step: Where political dykes would don a baggy flannel shirt and think, ‘No one will sexually objectify me if I wear this,’ the butches were tucking their shirts in, knowing that some little gal would love the softness of the flannel under her hands as she ran them up over the butch’s pecs.
“Why I Love Butch Women,” Carol A. Queen, Dagger: On Butch Women
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