Dirt's 11th Weekend Women's Day of Remembrance

STOP THE HATE


END MISOGYNY

STOP THE MUTILATION OF WOMEN

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Our Third Date

Our third date. Our other two dates we met at our decided destinations, this time I'll pick you up. We will have a casual dinner at a place near my apartment, not planned but since I had asked you a week ago my mind has done nothing but make millions of plans. I wake up to a plan, I shower with plans, I dress planning, I drive to work with plans, at lunch more plans, dinner I'm planning again, watching tv with plans in my head then back to bed and sleep and the next day to repeat all over again, plans, plans and more plans. But really there isnt a million plans, but one plan with a million ways to figure out how to ask you after our date whether you would like to come up to my apartment as we have to drive past for me to take you home. And out of those millions of ideas which have been running through my mind like an exhausted marathon runner I cant find a single one that doesnt seem obvious. Obvious in that I obviously want to have some alone time with you. I have no plans beyond that, only imaginings I may be too nervous to realize.

The morning of our date I wake up still unsure of a plan, I convince myself I'll have it figured out by the evening. Evening comes and I pick you up at your place and seeing you in your beautiful Femme flesh again had I had a plan, I would have forgot. I decide as you get into the car to just wing it. I want to tell you how good I think you look, smell and taste from the light kiss you give me as you got in the car, but I dont. I'm afraid to say anything pertaining to your appearance, afraid my eyes or voice will give something away I'm not quite ready to hand over yet. I wonder on the ride to the restaurant whether you are thinking the same things I'm thinking because unusually so, you are as quiet as I am. Once at the restaurant seated and settled you break the silence by saying you think you'll order the "crab". I must have made a screwed up face because you ask me "dont you like crab"? "I dont eat crab" I say, "I'm a Cancer, would seem cannibalistic". You laugh, I smile. You eye catches mine and I remember the nervousness I had forgotten.

Being nervous I take a step back into intellectual mode and ask you if you had ever heard of the Heike crab. You hadnt. I tell how there was this Japanese tribe called the Heike who in 1185 when instead of being defeated by another tribe called the Genji, the entire Heike tribe drowned themselves while being lead by their 6 y/o leader and his grandmother and that now in the area where these drownings took place there are these crabs whose shells resembles that of a Japanese warrior believed to be the Heike. "Thats a great story" you say, then point blank ask me "what are you nervous about"? I love and hate that you can already see clear through my Butch exterior. I play it off as best I can and tell you I'm not nervous. You laugh again and knowingly say "OK".

We both have an enjoyable meal and an equally enjoyable time, with neither of us wanting it to end. My mind is racing as we walk to the car, whatever I'm going to do I must do fast, I only live blocks from the restaurant. Before existing the parking lot I casually ask you if you're tired, you reply "not at all, do you have something in mind"?  I tell you "we could stop and my place and I could make coffee or something". You pounce like a lioness on the "or something" and with total control you ask me "and if I dont want coffee what exactly does the 'or something' consist of"? "Shit" I think, but stumble out loud an "I dont know-I just-uhh you know-meant coffee" as the biggest fucking grin takes over my face betraying my words. You look forward and remaining in complete control say "coffee sounds very nice".

We get to my apartment door, I unlock it and let you in first. I walk behind you turning around to lock my door, as I turn back around I nearly run into you because you havent moved. Face to face you kiss me hard and deep for several moments. When we part lips I laugh and say "I guess coffee is out", you looking very serious say "and desert is in" then move in to kiss me again. Between kissing I take my coat off, your coat off and hang them both up. We both pop our shoes off and I maneuver you backwards towards the couch. You lay on the couch and I lay on top of you still kissing you with a combo of gentle kissing and deep kissing. I pull at your bottom lip with my teeth, then kiss the spot where you earlobe meets your jawline, then move down to kiss and lick your neck and throat. When I kiss your throat you moan in my ear that you want to make love. I get off you, reach my hand out to yours and help you up. You follows me to my bedroom. I turn my quarter-moon shaped night light on, light a candle and turn the covers down. "I'll be right back" I say.

I come back a few minutes later in just my boxers, tshirt and carrying two bottled waters that I sit on my nightstand. I find you in a similar state of dress, you have nothing on expect a black silk lacy push up bra with matching panties. I want to fuck you as soon as my eyes adjust and I see you clearly. You are sitting on my bed. I pull you up and into me, kissing you really hard. I cup your ass with both hands and pull your pelvis into mine. You moan in my mouth when I do this, your pussy feeling my strapped cock I have underneath my boxers. You slide your hands under the back of my tshirt running your nails with a little pressure up and down my back causing a moan to escape from my lips into yours. I bring my hands up from your ass to the back of your bra undoing it, you slip it of and drop it onto the floor. You put my tshirt off motioning to me to hold my hand up so you can remove it. I slide my lips down from your lips, to your nipples, just grazing both with my lips. I continue moving down your body sliding your panties off till my face is in front of your pussy. I lightly kiss your pussy, not tasting your wetness but smelling that you are indeed wet.

I move back up from my knees till I'm standing again. I kiss you and guide you backward the few feet to my bed. You sit on edge my bed. Standing in front of you I partially pull down my shorts so my strapped cock is exposed. You lean back a little with your legs open and I lean in rubbing my strapped cock around your pussy. You get excited and try to slide yourself onto my strapped cock. I gently put the cock inside you and tell you to sit up and wrap your legs around my waist. I stand fully up with you wrapped around my body. I turn you around to the wall behind my bed, push into the wall and start fucking you against the wall. I'm getting more and more turned on from your excitement level. After a few minutes you begin using your legs which are still wrapped around my waist to ride my strapped cock hard so I thrust into you harder and with more vigor. I'm so turned on I cant take it anymore, I need better control and more stimulation.

I tell you to hold on for a second and walk us both back over to the bed. I sit you back down, slowly pull out of you and tell you to get on your knees. You do and I pull you closer to the beds edge while I put my strapped cock back inside you. I try to start slow but within seconds I'm fucking you really hard, body and soul. You orgasm again and I follow suit really hard seconds after you. I remove my strapped cock, slip my boxers back on, hand you one of the waters I brought earlier and take a few drinks from the other bottle. I get into bed laying next to you, you snuggle close putting your head on my chest and shoulder. "I want to taste you" you say out loud. "Gimme a few minutes, I'm still really sensitive" I say back. As you impatiently wait, you lightly caress my belly up to my chest. After a few minutes, you move your head closer to my breast and begin licking then barely sucking my nipple. You move on top of me and we start kissing again, slow and deep. You break our kissing and move down my body till your face is over my crotch. You pull my shorts down so I'm exposed. You sense my Butch nervousness and take one of your hands and put it in mine, letting me know it will be ok.

You push your face into my crotch, then slide your firebrand tongue all over my clit. It is so hot, for moment I think it must be the fire from the candle licking me and not your tongue. As you lick and suck me closer to orgasm I feel surely I'm going to lose consciousness and in some sense perhaps I do. The pleasure is so fucking intense I have to cum and cum now. By my voice and my body's responses, both of which I've lost all control, you knowingly zero in applying just the right pressure in just the right spot till a violent orgasm rips through the whole me like an earthquake! After I stop, you kiss my pussy then slide my shorts back up. You pull the blankets over us and whisper in my ear "I'll have coffee with you anytime baby" before falling quickly asleep.

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A Few Words to the Butches

In less than a week I have had two different Femme's speak to me in TOTAL frustration over how difficult us Butches make it in getting close to us. Over the years I have heard so many other Femmes with similar complaints. And to be clear these Femmes we're speaking more on emotional closeness rather than physical (one leads to the other). They are tired of spending years trying to break down the multitude of Butch walls we have erected for a multitude of reasons, starting in our Butchhoods, only to remain outside those walls after all their efforts. Femmes are not the enemy Butches, they are our solace, our saviours and our champions in a world where neither of us exist accept to each other.

Some of those walls were built for good reason at the time, walls to keep us safe from the minefields we had to maneuver daily. Walls to shield us from the steely questioning looks from strangers, walls to hide us from the constant question "are you a boy or a girl?", walls to blind us from the pointing and whispers, walls to hide all our shame because we werent like anyone else we knew. Yes, these walls were necessary for our survival growing up, but so often those same walls have become our crypts, walls that have lead to our emotional deaths. But all is not lost when there are Femmes out there wanting with everything that they are to breathe life back into us obliterating the walls we no longer need. They are not using their sweet breathe to unbutch us, but to free us! Stop letting that wall of Butch shame deceive you into feeling otherwise.

There are so few of them and so little of us it is a miracle when we find each other, so stop allowing the wall of Butch shame to strip this miracle of its unique luster with shame based anger robbing us both. By giving Femmes what they deserve, emotional and physical intimacy, we have the opportunity to give ourselves what we've been robbed, life.

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Online Butch-Femme sites Cesspools for Women Hatred

I recently had several young Femmes email me asking about the accuracy of the butch/femme.coms/nets/orgs/planets/UKs etc. What was largely taking place there in the forms of ftMs, Mtfs, "male ID butches", "stone butch/femme" all felt wrong to them causing them to wonder were they in fact even Femme! I've responded to these smart young Femmes (good for you for following your guts) insuring them that yes they are Femme and no those sites are not true representations of Femme/Butch. Given the dangers and misinformation that's perpetuated in these spaces I felt it important to post something summing up what these "BF" sites are truly about.

These sites are filled with more or less the same people, some of which recycle themselves from site to site usually after getting "banned". I'll give you a reasonable breakdown and description of each group that is currently occupying these Femme/Butch spaces in no particular order.

Mtf men: There are a handful of these men on all BF sites, who through the male privileged birthright they've grown so accustomed nauseatingly believe its perfectly acceptable to co-opt Femme identity. A few will co-opt Butch identity in hopes of "bagging a Femme". Needless to say these types, while their money is accepted at these sites, they really arent and all remain single. Even the ftM's there will not date them.

ftMisogynist: The number of ftMISOGYNYST co-opting BF spaces has drastically grown since their presence has become accepted on these sites, especially since a medium percentage of the women there will trannify. A handful of these women were Butches, but the majority were tweener dykes co-opting Butch identity. As a group, after trannifying these women  utilize their new found "male" privilege to remain in lesbian spaces so they can reach some imaginary hierarchy over the Butch women they so envied, believing they can both "out butch" Butches through drugs and cosmetic mutilation (and male pattern baldness...lol) and have a greater chance at dating the single Femmes there. Sadly due the complete adoption of "queer theory" on these sites these disordered women have gained in voice only over the Butch women there. But the butchness they so desired they never obtain, as Butch isnt something one can inject or pay for, it is only something us lucky few are born with. Instead these women wind up balding eunuchs whose natural femininity is emphasized through the trannification process only to appear similarly to queenie gay men. These women usually remain single unless temporarily partnering with the "stone femme" types there, no true Femme will obviously date them.They remain in womens spaces while claiming "male identity" because lesbians are the only group to tolerate their presence and they are much too afraid to actually "live" as real men.


Tweener: This is one the largest group on BF sites, they are your basic soft-ball dykes and as I said under ftMs, the highest number of trannifyers, they are found in multiple groups on these Bf sites. I'll include them as I did with the ftM group as I go along.

Stone Butch: The majority of women using the "stone butch" label are from the tweener dyke group. A small portion are Butch women. In the current atmosphere of male-centric queer theoried BF spaces, "stone butch" is interestingly one of the few historical BF terms used and given validation. The use of this term (and it is a term, NOT an identity) illustrates perfectly the backwardness current BF spaces hold. If unsure of the meaning "stone butch" is a female (usually not Butch but butch persuasioned) who develops sexual dysfunction through the pathological shame she feels about her female body. This usually take the form in limited to no physical touching/intimacy from/with another woman. Rather than call this the sexual dysfunction that it is and provide a safe space for women with body shame issues to grow and overcome their issues, these woman hating sites ignore the pain this group suffers and plays make believe instead by perpetuating these womens shame and suffering with the continued use of "stone butch" as "identity". To be clear and fair most Butch women suffer similar feelings around their breast and vags specifically, sometimes hips/thighs also. Many Butches, especially younger Butches will partake to some extent in "stone" practices, but usually with maturity and good Femme lovers overcome sexual shame to lead happy/healthy/intimate lives.

Stone Femme: The women who ID as "stone femme" are primarily sexually abused straight women coupled with a smattering of Femmes most of which were also sexually abused as children/young women. These women usually couple with "stone butches". These straight "stone femmes" confuse their hatred of penis's (the thing they see as having hurt them) with being lesbians and rather than deal with their issues they instead invade Femme/Butch spaces, often times using their straight privilege to obtain a certain hierarchy just behind the ftMs and "male IDd" butches. These women often times encourage the tweener "stone butches" they partner with to trannify. They do this because they arent lesbians, but due to the abuse they ignore/deny they want a man without a penis and the closest thing they can get is a drugged mutilated female version of "male". These women do not reciprocate sexually with their partners since they arent lesbians, which promotes the sexual dysfunction of their "stone butch" or ftM partners. These relationships are usually short termed and those few that last more than a few years lack intimacy and happiness.

The remaining membership on these sites are your true Femmes and Butches, who because of their small numbers are silent and when they do dare voice their presence making themselves known they are all to quickly attacked and or banned so they stay silent.

In short it is no exaggeration when I say all major Femme/Butch internet sites/forums are cesspools for misogyny and dysfunction. Even when it has become impossible to hide the misogyny and dysfunction such as the domestic violence and sometimes murder of members by ftMs/"male IDd butches" the victims get dismissed and the ftM/"male IDd butches" members get protected/coddled and anyone who tries to put the victims first gets silenced in some form. These sites are the equivalent of pro ana sites in how dangerous they are, especially to young Femmes and Butches looking for community. What they find instead is a warped sick version of compulsory heterosexuality. This is why it has become life or death for the true Femmes and Butches out there to stand up and be visible, our young people are counting on us in these dire straights!

Take back Femme/Butch spaces
Represent!
It isnt too late!

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