The life The blog The Sam
docholligay replied to your post “Heyyy that post yesterday took off, and I’ve got a few new followers…”
YOu’RE A CELEBRITY NOW
LMAO MY REAL CLAIM TO FAME IS STILL A SINGLE CRYSTAL SCREEN CAP FROM BACK IN THE DAY
But it makes me really happy to see all the tags and comments on this post, I love knowing other butches are out there
Heyyy that post yesterday took off, and I’ve got a few new followers
for it so a)HI THERE b) I just realized I haven’t updated my about page
in two years (gonna do that now whoops), so, INTRO POST TIME
I’m
Sam, age 24, and, as you may have guessed, a butch. I’m happily married,
my wife is non-binary and I love them a whole lot. I live in NYC and
work in a bookstore as an events coordinator. I avoid naming the
bookstore most of the time so I can complain about it. I know most
people figure it out.
There are a lot of Sailor Moon posts on here! I consider it a sailor moon blog, even though I do a lot of
personal posts. I tend to be lax about tagging Sailor Moon posts, so if
you don’t want to see them, I’m probably not the blog for you.
A final note, if you want to see what I look like, my photo tag is #my face
So you want to make fun of butches
Totally understandable! But wait, why go for the basic jokes everyone has heard, like that we’re men or we hit on straight women? Here are some ideas to freshen up your fun:
- We ate all the spooky shaped peanut butter cups 3 weeks before Halloween
- How do you make a butch strip? Have a femme say she’s cold. Every damn time.
- We can fix your toilet but can’t stop crying over commercials with dogs in them
- We all have collections of really horrible ties and/or patterned button downs
- Do we need to iron our flannel? No. Do we do it anyway? Probably.
- You ordered five boxes of Girl Scout cookies. Mysteriously, you ate none of them but they are gone. In the corner, your butch tries not to look guilty.
Loving unspeakable food (for my wife it is hot pockets and gas station turkey sandwiches) HOT POCKETS ARE BUTCH CULTURE
Totally understandable! But wait, why go for the basic jokes everyone has heard, like that we’re men or we hit on straight women? Here are some ideas to freshen up your fun:
Yes this is about that stupid Belle video and I’m sure no one wants my hot take but like, it would be great if gay people would stop promoting harmful gay and trans stereotypes. I’m of course personally upset about the butch stuff, and I see it in a lot of ~queer made media~, butches and masc-coded lesbians often get portrayed not just as predatory, but unable to understand a woman is uninterested or straight. It’s super hurtful to me, especially because when I was just coming out I got a lot of irl-friends telling me any time I thought someone liked me, I was reading into the wrong things. And it hurts more when it’s from gay people, especially because I see a lot of “the creator is gay/bi/queer they can’t be offensive!” And that’s not true! I think there’s a level at which we can poke fun at each other, but there’s also a level where we’re pushing each other’s heads under the water to try and keep ourselves afloat, and that should be considered and examined.
The landscape had changed so much, it was only muscle memory
and the fine remnants of the psychic channel that led her to the spot. Trees
had sprung up where fire once ruled, creating a shadowy park in the midst of
the crystal city. The citizens avoided it. Rei had a wry appreciation that
their wariness remained hundreds of years after the shrine had been destroyed.
“It’s haunted ground,” she’d heard women say on streets
nearby. “So many people died there.”
There wasn’t a place in this city where people hadn’t died,
Rei knew. The price of this peace had been war, long, destructive, horrible
war. The shrine had been targeted, but so had hospitals, homes, schools.
Anywhere the senshi had connections. They were the world’s curse and its
saviors, though people only chose to think of the latter.
The shrine, though… Rei could understand why it loomed in
the citizens’ mythology. The spirit of her grandpa’s fires remained, the smell
of smoke lingered when nothing had burned since the day it all burned. She
placed her palm against one of the trees. She couldn’t feel their spirit the
way Makoto could, but she could feel the memory of fire inside them. They’d
claimed the land, but did not belong.
Their branches rustled as if to apologize to her. Rei sighed
into the wind. There were no real shrines in Crystal Tokyo. No one, especially not Rei, had wanted to
build another after the destruction, but oftentimes she missed it. Not the
ostensible purpose of the shrine—the flame reading, the meditating, that they’d
built places for—but the overall feel. Sweeping the leaves. Teaching children
in the afternoons. Climbing the steps after a long day away.
Another sound came on the wind, soft laughter like that of
the children she used to mentor. She looked around. It wouldn’t surprise her if
this place had become the focus of young dares. It had been so many years
before, when her peers were still scared of her. There were footprints, she saw
now. Small bare feet had crossed through the dirt, seemingly recently.
The laughter came again, close behind her. She turned, but
there was no one there. It sounded again, on all sides. Rei froze. The hair
stood up on the back of her neck and she tried to focus her energy, find the
source. She closed her eyes. There.
She felt the presence before she saw it.
A girl stood before her, too young to be there on a dare.
Without thinking, Rei knelt to be eye level. “Are you lost?”
The girl blinked. She looked around and nodded.
“Are your parents nearby?”
She shook her head. “They’re gone. They’ve been gone awhile.”
Rei knew she meant dead. “I can take you somewhere, if you
need.” She held out her hand. “I’m Rei.”
The girl shook her head again. “I’m s’posed to be here. It’s
safe.” She rocked back and forth on her heels. “It’s safe, right?”
Unease spread through Rei’s mind. She must not forget this
wasn’t an ordinary encounter. “Safe from what?”
The girl’s eyes went dark. The air around her bent as though
it rose from heat on hot asphalt. “That which rained death from the sky.”
Rei swallowed hard. She’d opened the shrine to orphans, when
things had gotten bad. Many of them had been there when it was hit.
“It wasn’t safe, was it?”
Rei hung her head. “It wasn’t. I’m sorry.”
The air twisted more around the girl and darkened. “I wanted
to go home. I wanted to leave, but only you could leave. Only you were safe.”
She wondered if the spirit knew she was Mars, that she’d
been fighting when the shrine was attacked, and if it would matter. “Nowhere
was safe. I’m so sorry.”
“Leave this place.” The girl’s body appeared cloaked in
purple flames. “You do not belong.”
“I—“ She felt emotions in quick succession: fear, sorrow,
anger. “It was my home. I’m sorry it happened like this, but–”
“Leave!” The spirit rushed her.
Rei dodged, readied an ofuda. “What do you want?”
“I want to go home!” The flames grew in size and intensity. “I
don’t want to be trapped here!” The girl rose off the ground and flew at her.
Rei swung the ofuda onto the girl’s forehead. The flames dissipated;
she fell into Rei’s arms, cold and quiet, before slowly adding away.
“Be at peace,” Rei whispered as she disappeared. “You’ll
find your way home now.”
She made her way out of the trees slowly, knowing she wouldn’t
return.
comingfromastatechampionasshole:
Send a character and a number and I’ll write a drabble or ficlet!
- A heartbeat thundering in the dark
- One last little light
- An echoing scream
- This house is ours
- A stranger in the house
- “Did that just move?”
- “I don’t believe in ghosts.”
- Imaginary friend
- Whispers
- “It’s staring at me.”
- The rocking horse kept moving
- It was in the mirror
- A psychic connection
- In the walls
- A cruel history
- Written in blood
- “Look at the picture!”
- The doll’s head turned
- “It’s just the wind”
- Making contact
- A floorboard creaked
- An odd tapping
- Children’s footprints
- Slamming door
- “S/he died seven years ago”
- The book lay still at an open page
- a sour smell
- “It said my name”
It’s Saturday night and I’m drunk so I want you all to know my wife and I sing cheesy love poems to each other to the tune of we are the crystal gems but we always end with and Steven because that’s how you have to end the song at only right and doing
Oh man I ruined my own morning thinking about how if Mako ended up with someone outside the senshi, she’d have to watch them grow old and pass on while she stayed the same, IF they could even make it work in the circumstances, and how devastating that would be to her.
She looked so lucky to them, the first ten years or so. His parents told her she hasn’t aged a day every time they saw her; sisters commented how easily she “got her body back” after having their child. No wrinkles, no gray hair, she was what all the women in his life wished they could be.
When she told him, he joked it was a man’s dream, too. A wife that stayed as young and beautiful as the moment you met her. What wasn’t to love?
But he grew old, bald, paunchy, his eyes began to follow the grace of older women when they went out. He touched her less and less, shrinking away from even holding her smooth unwrinkled hands.
“I don’t think you should see my family anymore,” he said one day. “They’ll start asking questions.”
“We can answer them.”
“I don’t think we can.”
She stayed home while he made excuses for her and begged the mirror to show even one wrinkle, crows feet at her eyes or lines to the side of her mouth, anything to make her worthy again. But she looked just the same as she had at twenty two, no matter the decades that had passed.
He went alone even to their child’s graduation, too afraid that people would see how close in age his wife and daughter appeared. She watched the video he took later and didn’t let him see her cry. The end was coming, she knew. She had a thousand years left before her, and her family could not be with her.
He delivered the news the day their daughter moved out for college.
“I think— well, I know. I know I can’t do this. I thought… but I feel like I should be driving you to school, too.”
Her friends would say he didn’t deserve her, but the opposite was true. He was noble, and good. She’d finally found a good man, and that was the problem. A lesser person would revel in her youth. Her husband could only abhor it.
“We should stay friends,” he said. “I really do love you.”
She loved him too. The distance between the grew, and she had the forbearance not to close it. She watched as he met another woman, understood as their daughter gravitated more and more to her stepmother. It was natural, for the both of them. Her daughter looked older than she did now.
They always said if you loved something, you had to let it go, so that is what she did. She watched them grow old from afar and planted flowers on their graves, holding her memories close for her thousand years.
Oh man I ruined my own morning thinking about how if Mako ended up with someone outside the senshi, she’d have to watch them grow old and pass on while she stayed the same, IF they could even make it work in the circumstances, and how devastating that would be to her.
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