I hope you have someone in your life who:
Likes to run her hands over your slick-as-velvet head after you get your hair cut real short.
Calls you “baby.”
Tells you she gets turned on when you wear that ball cap backward. You know the one.
Likes when your necktie matches her dress.
Rubs your back when you’ve pulled a muscle.
Thinks every flannel shirt you own makes your eyes shine.
Is okay with you wearing your “dressy” T-shirt to that event you’re going to.
Tells you you’re cute and you believe it, even though you’ve never felt cute a day in your life.
Is the yin to your yang.
Asks you what you’d like her to wear when you’re going out on a date.
Still flirts with you regardless of the fact that you’ve been together for more than a decade.
Traces your scars (the ones you can see and the ones you can’t) with her fingertips when you’re lying in bed at night.
Makes you feel like a rockstar, even though you don’t play any instruments.
Tells you your tattoos are sexy.
Appreciates the hell out of you. Not despite those things that make you you but because of them.
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I posted this a year ago. It still holds true.
A big silent head nod to all of my fellow butches on our special day. I’m going to have a drink and toast to you all tonight. Cheers!