theunimpairedcondition:I Imagine the Butches’ Stripper BarAt my butches’ stripper bar yo
theunimpairedcondition:I Imagine the Butches’ Stripper BarAt my butches’ stripper bar you can watch butchesfold laundry, iron. Objectify them while theyslowly refinish a rolltop desk, take off a trailer hitch.They file taxes, wear waders, bake you a layer cake.I’ll lay her cake, my imagined patrons mutter. I thinkof who I eroticize, how: they’re always getting stuff done.At real stripper bars women just dance—so many things they could be checking off their lists. I guess men don’t want to see women work? They get that at home? In my Champagne Room the butches plant bulbs, build bookshelves, clean basements, write checks to the ACLU, retrain your dog. Fantastic grow the flannel plaids; they lean and squint, lick pencils, adjust a miter box. They make box lunches, chicken stock. The butches make your day. -Jill McDonough -- source link
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