#lesbian farmer
Butternut
Today was a “lumpy day”. Farm Girl and I have both been struggling along. Depression sucks! Chronic pain sucks! And so we spent the day giving each other hugs and apologizing for being lumpy and giggling about our mutual apologies.
But I think-I know-these are the days we are going to look back on when we are old and gray and reminisce about. The day FG taught me how to change my oil and rotate my tires. The day we watched Lilo and Stitch and snuggled and baked and gave away old coats from the front porch. The days we made it through together and in love.
Team Lump 4 Lyfe!
Butternut
One of my favorite things about being poly is sharing in a community of love and giving. Yesterday and today were spent making homemade stock out of chickens and veggies from FG’s farm. I have a gallon of stock for her, a gallon of soup and a gallon of soup for my new cutie who…I guess I’ll call Hockey Girl for now? Sure.
Being poly has introduced me to a world of true abundance. Love that doesn’t need to be horded and squirreled away. There’s always food, care, support, love and kindness enough for everyone among farm family, my household and the queer community HG has introduced me too just recently.
I’m swooning hard and Walter is cheesing it even harder (so I had to share!)
(Butternut)
Farm Girl and I have been enjoying the cozy descent into winter. This week we processed tons of kale she harvested and cozied up to the wood stove. I played guitar for farm family and played along with one of FG’s roommates while her little dude played on the floor with Farm Girl. It was so lovely and domestic. I miss her-and the farm-when I’m away, but she’s always just a drive away <3
(Butternut)
We haven’t been blogging much lately. There’s just been SO MUCH going on: in our lives, in the lives of people we love, in the world. We are still here, though. And somedays our existence feels radical in and of itself-at least to me.
In all the turmoil and anxiety the world provides we exist and we are in love. We sit by the woodstove, we wander the woods, we hold hands and make love and hold each other while making quiet, gentle progress on the things that eat away at us.
I love my Farm Girl and while our quiet lives don’t always make for tantalizing tumblr porn, I want this place to be one where we share the truth of who we are and what’s going on. This blog started as a fun experiment in exploring our mutual exhibitionism and kink and it’s changed over time, our relationship has changed over time. We are still kinky cuties but we are also bourgeoning queers, transitioning humans, and constantly, eagerly exploring. We appreciate the people who see us and love our blog for what it is.
While FG is adapting to hormones and dealing with some personal things I want to keep posting: the fun kinky stuff and the quiet, gentle moments. I think it’s what we can offer this community-a view into our beautiful, real connection.
Went grape plucking with my favorite les-bean. The weather was crisp and the concords were perfect!
Living the queer cutie dream!
Took my girl for a ride in the carriage, that’s real love baby
