It makes me happy to read this thread. In many different ways, the posts seem to be about communication—people are saying, Here is my language. Do you know it?
When I focus on a person, they feel bathed in a warm light. The butch women I've loved, felt truly seen; not exposed, but gently observed. I don't think about it, it just happens, if someone interests me. And I don't presume to think I understand a person after just a short time, but in the process of honoring their boundaries and what is unspoken, I've seen the most amazing people emerge.
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