Butch Hands !!

girl_dee · 04-15-2012, 07:12 PM

OS Butch · 04-15-2012, 07:17 PM

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Originally Posted by Cajun_dee

Thanks for your help again! Just thought I would share my work day

SugarFemme · 04-15-2012, 07:21 PM

I must confess that the first thing I look at are definitely the hands. I've almost elevated it to a fetish <grin>

~ocean · 04-15-2012, 07:26 PM

eyes then hands

)

SugarFemme · 04-15-2012, 07:27 PM

And I am hands then eyes LOL.

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Originally Posted by ~ocean

eyes then hands

)

Ginger · 06-10-2012, 12:35 PM

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Originally Posted by OS Butch

Thanks for your help again! Just thought I would share my work day

Honey, you should be wearing gloves!

Protect those butch hands...

OS Butch · 06-10-2012, 07:55 PM

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Originally Posted by IslandScout

Honey, you should be wearing gloves!

Protect those butch hands...

Well, I did, just not placing the top cap

I almost always wear gloves at work, I got a real bad case of poison ivy on my forearms, but I didn't get any on my hands

Licious · 06-10-2012, 08:11 PM

Just found this thread. Woah! *serious swooning*

Ginger · 06-13-2012, 11:16 AM

I was thinking about why hands are so iconic or resonant an image, and it made me remember this poem by Carolyn Forche from the early eighties. I hope it's okay to post it here.

(My food just came, I'm having lobster salad in Maine, on vaca!!)

Sincerely,
Scout

Because One Is Always Forgotten
by Carolyn Forche

IN MEMORIAM, JOSE R UDOLFO VIERA
1939-1981: EL SALVADOR

When Viera was Buried we knew it had come to an end,
his coffin rocking into the ground like a boat or a cradle.

I could take my heart, he said, and give it to a campesino
And he would cut it up and give it back:

You can't eat heart in those four dark
chambers where a man can be kept years.

A boy soldier in the bone-hot sun works his knife
to peel the face from a dead man

and hang it from the branch of a tree
flowering with such faces.

The heart is the toughest part of the body.
Tenderness is in the hands.

Ginger · 06-13-2012, 07:41 PM

Okay so here's what I've been trying to say.

Hands speak for us. They announce our intentions. Try to lie—your hands will give you away; they'll flutter nervously or do the palms-up, "don't-kill-me" thing.

And when you love someone, and you're afraid for them to know, your hands will pave the way. They'll reach out, pat that person's arm, pick some lint off her shirt.

Tenderness is in the hands, and that's hot. For me, anyway.

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Ginger Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Femme lesbian Join Date: Mar 2012 Location: East coast Posts: 2,416 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 5,829 Thanked 12,295 Times in 2,057 Posts Rep Power: 21474852	Tenderness Is in the Hands I was thinking about why hands are so iconic or resonant an image, and it made me remember this poem by Carolyn Forche from the early eighties. I hope it's okay to post it here. (My food just came, I'm having lobster salad in Maine, on vaca!!) Sincerely, Scout Because One Is Always Forgotten by Carolyn Forche IN MEMORIAM, JOSE R UDOLFO VIERA 1939-1981: EL SALVADOR When Viera was Buried we knew it had come to an end, his coffin rocking into the ground like a boat or a cradle. I could take my heart, he said, and give it to a campesino And he would cut it up and give it back: You can't eat heart in those four dark chambers where a man can be kept years. A boy soldier in the bone-hot sun works his knife to peel the face from a dead man and hang it from the branch of a tree flowering with such faces. The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands.

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Ginger Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Femme lesbian Join Date: Mar 2012 Location: East coast Posts: 2,416 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 5,829 Thanked 12,295 Times in 2,057 Posts Rep Power: 21474852	Why I love Butch hands Okay so here's what I've been trying to say. Hands speak for us. They announce our intentions. Try to lie—your hands will give you away; they'll flutter nervously or do the palms-up, "don't-kill-me" thing. And when you love someone, and you're afraid for them to know, your hands will pave the way. They'll reach out, pat that person's arm, pick some lint off her shirt. Tenderness is in the hands, and that's hot. For me, anyway.

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