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Dragonfly · 12-30-2009, 08:18 PM

Because I didnt want to post an ode in THAT trainwreck but I was really inspired. Made me preoccupied with all the things I am attracted to... things I fantasize for... and doing it in a public place would be inviting others to pick apart what I like and say... try to use it as a "bad representation"... or geese My biggest fear is that I will say that I like >>>> thing about butches and offend someone who is NOT like that and ID's as "Butch"

My Ode:

I love everything about you that makes you Butch
I love all the things about you that some wrongly say are "not like a Butch"
I love the way you giggle and the way you blush when a hetero guy says he'd "tap" you
I love the way you run out our front door barefoot to stop a woman from punching her girlfriend in our driveway
I love the way you can be a grill cook for a living and then cook a hamburger badly at home.. (that was raw and uck!)
I love the way you flash your boobs at me now that you know I love them too
I love the way you try to grow your head hair out and get annoyed at the in between stage
I love the way you always ask me to cut it for you when you surrender the attempt
I love when you let your legs grow and then shave them to shock me out of the blue
I love it when you call it going drag for me and the way you admire yourself made up
I love the way you usually get ready so fast and hate waiting for me
I love the way you appreciate how good I look when I try to hurry but keep you waiting
I love it when you hold the door for old ladies and me and I love it when you appreciate that I am holding the door for you too sometimes
I love that we are not tied to stereotypes when we are together
I love butch and all things they sometimes are and sometimes are not
I love all things butch because it is their souls I love most of all.

*not intended as a definition of Butchness.

Dragonfly · 01-05-2010, 10:01 PM

oops it posted twice

Dragonfly · 01-05-2010, 10:04 PM

The Death Feast

They are circling above me.

I want to turn over…

Protect my face, my eyes.

I am too weak to reach out,

To weak to lift a limb.

Face up to watch each one

Waiting for their death feast above.

Ravenous for my bare flesh….

Will I watch my eye plucked?

Will they wait till I can’t feel?

Or will my guts torn open

Feel like warm rags lifted

Dragging across my cooling skin?

So I chase death faster

Give up my will to live

Focused on the turkey buzzards

what I’ll see when they dive…

The torture if I’m still alive.

Holding my breath and then

Straining wide open my wounds….

The blood flowing faster

Faster to death’s Peace.

The bliss of leaving this body

Overtakes all I had to live for.

My surrender of struggling

Clawing my way towards mental death

A race I MUST WIN…

To avoid the Agony.

But looking up again I see…　

each of them diving towards me.

I think I'm out of time.

Goodbye.

D.L. 2009

12-30-2009, 08:18 PM	#1
Dragonfly Member How Do You Identify?: Queersexual Female Preferred Pronoun?: She Relationship Status: smiling real big Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: My Own House Illinois Posts: 330 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 871 Thanked 346 Times in 151 Posts Rep Power: 645439	Ode To Butches Because I didnt want to post an ode in THAT trainwreck but I was really inspired. Made me preoccupied with all the things I am attracted to... things I fantasize for... and doing it in a public place would be inviting others to pick apart what I like and say... try to use it as a "bad representation"... or geese My biggest fear is that I will say that I like >>>> thing about butches and offend someone who is NOT like that and ID's as "Butch" My Ode: I love everything about you that makes you Butch I love all the things about you that some wrongly say are "not like a Butch" I love the way you giggle and the way you blush when a hetero guy says he'd "tap" you I love the way you run out our front door barefoot to stop a woman from punching her girlfriend in our driveway I love the way you can be a grill cook for a living and then cook a hamburger badly at home.. (that was raw and uck!) I love the way you flash your boobs at me now that you know I love them too I love the way you try to grow your head hair out and get annoyed at the in between stage I love the way you always ask me to cut it for you when you surrender the attempt I love when you let your legs grow and then shave them to shock me out of the blue I love it when you call it going drag for me and the way you admire yourself made up I love the way you usually get ready so fast and hate waiting for me I love the way you appreciate how good I look when I try to hurry but keep you waiting I love it when you hold the door for old ladies and me and I love it when you appreciate that I am holding the door for you too sometimes I love that we are not tied to stereotypes when we are together I love butch and all things they sometimes are and sometimes are not I love all things butch because it is their souls I love most of all. not intended as a definition of Butchness. __________________ Stay Gold. Last edited by Dragonfly; 12-30-2009 at 08:22 PM. Reason: type o*

01-05-2010, 10:01 PM	#2
Dragonfly Member How Do You Identify?: Queersexual Female Preferred Pronoun?: She Relationship Status: smiling real big Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: My Own House Illinois Posts: 330 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 871 Thanked 346 Times in 151 Posts Rep Power: 645439	The Death Feast oops it posted twice __________________ Stay Gold. Last edited by Dragonfly; 01-05-2010 at 10:05 PM. Reason: double post

01-05-2010, 10:04 PM	#3
Dragonfly Member How Do You Identify?: Queersexual Female Preferred Pronoun?: She Relationship Status: smiling real big Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: My Own House Illinois Posts: 330 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 871 Thanked 346 Times in 151 Posts Rep Power: 645439	The Death Feast The Death Feast They are circling above me. I want to turn over… Protect my face, my eyes. I am too weak to reach out, To weak to lift a limb. Face up to watch each one Waiting for their death feast above. Ravenous for my bare flesh…. Will I watch my eye plucked? Will they wait till I can’t feel? Or will my guts torn open Feel like warm rags lifted Dragging across my cooling skin? So I chase death faster Give up my will to live Focused on the turkey buzzards what I’ll see when they dive… The torture if I’m still alive. Holding my breath and then Straining wide open my wounds…. The blood flowing faster Faster to death’s Peace. The bliss of leaving this body Overtakes all I had to live for. My surrender of struggling Clawing my way towards mental death A race I MUST WIN… To avoid the Agony. But looking up again I see…　 each of them diving towards me. I think I'm out of time. Goodbye. D.L. 2009 __________________ Stay Gold.