i love being married to a straight guy. this morning we were parallel chilling and i glance at his computer and he’s watching a drill fight tournament. as in, guys attaching drills to the same rod and turning them on until one breaks. to find the strongest drill. jose noticed me staring and rolled out of the way so i could see the screen. he knew every drill brand and told me their quality and price. i watched the whole thing without comment. the violence was enchanting. i never would have found this. he’s a vector to an entirely alien, often beautiful, world.
butches exist too