Loving lesbian romances dating
Some may argue that the meaning of V-day is actually love–love and sex. So in honor of this wine-sex-chocolate-love holiday, and partially in response to my last post, I wanted to post ten things I love about dating a butch. Of course, I’m chivalrous in my own way, in my turn; but some nights it’s fun to be treated like a queen, and we enjoy the roles without taking them at face value.
She doesn’t find it weird that I love floral print miniskirts, bubble baths, and glitter, as well as complex algebraic equations and chemicals that can kill you if they’re mishandled.
She doesn’t shy away from certain tasks because it doesn’t fit her image of masculinity; she’s not so insecure or immature as to think that being butch puts her charge of our relationship.
In public, she doesn’t assume an over-the-top masculine persona in order to compete with the men (or butches) around us.
She doesn’t hide the feminine aspects of herself and her desires to match someone else’s expectations, whether they’re queer or straight. I love the sports bras, leather jackets, men’s cut garments and cropped hair.
It was one of the most romantic things anyone’s ever done for me, and on the ride home, she told me that she wanted to set the standard, so that if I ever dated anyone else I’d at least know what it felt like to be treated right, to have a healthy relationship.