highfemmecuervo
she/they 21 mentally ill, high femme lesbian into Nana, queer horror and theory. rambles about lesbian literature. monogamous & single femme4butch TERFS + MINORS + MEN DNI/DNF
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what’d she mean by that 🤔 missed the vtmb vampire lesbians so
pandora (girl with beanie) belongs to @napelf
please keep engaging and sharing Mona and Muhammad's posts ♥️♥️♥️♥️
Help a Gazan family get to safety!
#111 on the gaza vetters list!
Muhammad and Mona are a young family with two beautiful daughters, 6 year old Iman and 5 year old Toleen. i have been keeping in contact with Mona on whatsapp for a while and the things she tells me are beyond horror. there are rumors of the border crossing opening soon, so they need funds for that (30,000$ for all 4 members of the family), but even more urgently - funds to just survive.
Iman and Toleen, these vibrant, fun-loving little girls are forced to go through WINTER in a thin, nylon tent with a torn roof! the outrageous prices of any clothes at all leave the sisters sharing a single pair of torn slippers. and somehow, their parents still need to buy food.
this campaign is stagnating, and the goal is a very achievable one. even if all of my followers donated 10 dollars, they would be set!
currently they need around a 1500$ for a new tent, and around 1000$ for winter clothes for the girls.
and if you want, please message Mona and Muhammad on their blog, @monamohammed3they feel extremely alone and forgotten by the world. if you could provide them with the support, monetary as well as moral, they would appreciate that immensely.
engage in any way you can, please ❤️❤️❤️❤️🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
❗❗❗PLEASE DONATE, REBLOG AND ENGAGE AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE ❗❗❗
Hello dear ones! 🇵🇸🍉
We in Gaza are facing genocide and famine.
It is horrific, and we need your help for our family. This donation is a beacon of hope, our only lifeline in the abyss of despair. With a heavy heart, I ask for your generosity as we go through this inexplicable ordeal. Your contribution could mean the difference between survival and oblivion for my family, and for that, we are eternally grateful. My name is Mohammed. I was shot by an explosive bullet that pierced my left hand and I need a transplant as soon as possible and to buy medicine. Children Amir, Malak and the family are suffering from malnutrition and anemia due to lack of food, clean water and medicine and they need to buy a tent to replace their destroyed home.
"Mohammed, Amir and Malak are not just numbers, they are human beings dreaming of a better future." "Your donation is a new spark of hope for Mohammed, Amir, Malak and their family." "Every donation, no matter how small, will make a huge difference." Please highlight my campaign by donating and reblogging and you can create a post to encourage others to donate Thank you for your constant kindness and compassion in our darkest times.Thank you, our children will be safe and we will never forget them.Mohammed is only 17, but he has endured so much over the past year. He even got his arm injured and needs a bone grating surgery as soon as possible. Otherwise it will lead to an infection and then amputation if it is not treated in time! So please donate and share. How about we help them reach the 23.5K mark! There is €779 left to go! Thank you..My campaigns were documented by appsa @90-ghoset & @ibtisams"🍉💔🙏#youer
@el-shab-hussein @nabulsi @stuckinapril @appsa @buttercuparry @wellwaterhysteria
Help me please 🙏💔
https://gofund.me/8b2ac999
Keep supporting Hani's family in any way you can!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Hani’s Story: Struggles and Hope in a Time of War
In a world full of noise and fast-moving events, we are living in a profound silence, as if we have vanished from existence without anyone hearing our voice. My family and I live in harsh conditions in a school that has been turned into a shelter for displaced people in southern Gaza, under unbearable heat and in a place filled with pain and tears.
We’ve lost our home, we’ve lost everything, even the sense of safety. I live with my sick mother who suffers from chronic illnesses and requires constant care, my brother who was injured in a previous accident and now lives with a 70% disability, and my younger siblings who don’t understand why we are living in such difficult conditions.
Each day that passes, I feel like we are sinking deeper into our suffering. Every message I send goes unanswered, as if we are invisible, as if we are living in this world only to witness our pain without anyone noticing us. Yet, despite all this, I still hold onto hope, believing that there are people who will hear us, who will care about what we are going through. Not for the sake of money, but so that we can feel that we still matter, that someone remembers us.
I am not asking you for money, I am simply asking you to share my story, to ask about us, to remember us in your prayers or your posts. The hope that I am trying to hold onto for my family is slowly fading, and I need someone to acknowledge our existence, to lift this heavy silence surrounding us.
By sharing this story, you can make a big difference. Nothing is harder than feeling forgotten, but every word, every share, every small gesture can bring back hope for a better tomorrow. We are not asking for much, just that you be part of this hope.
Your support means hope to us.
Thank you for your care.
My campaign is legitimate and fully documented. You can verify this through the following links:
🔹 Shab Hussein
🔹 90 Ghost
🔹 Gazavetters My number is 5 on the list.
Every support or share makes a big difference and restores hope in our lives.
Thank you for your care and support, which gives us the strength to continue.
Hello lm hamdi ,I humbly ask for your support by reblogging this post on your account to help me and my family. As newcomers to Tumblr and GoFundMe, we are in desperate need of your kindness and support. 🙏🇵🇸🍉😔Please donate 🙏🏼Let's reach the goal as soon as possible .
https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-me-build-a-new-future-for-my-family?attribution_id=sl:04a4a66c-fe8a-44ca-9e69-1e5df2e8cda0&utm_campaign=man_ss_icons&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link
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Dear,
I am Hatem from Gaza 🍉🌿
I hope you are doing well
I am writing to you with a heart full of hope and gratitude.
My small family (my old mom, my wife and my little daughter) is in great danger due to the ongoing war in Gaza and I am running this campaign to save them to cover the basic daily life for my family and my little daughter which she was born during the ongoing war.
Please, any donation makes a difference in our lives, and every reblog helps reach as many people as possible.
This donation campaign has been vetted by: @90-ghost and @el-shab-hussein
Thanks again
https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-hatem-gaza ♥️♥️♥️♥️
Facing the Struggle as a Queer Transgender Refugees. We Need Your Help. 🌈
Hi there,
I'm AshleymilesPhil, a transgender queer refugee, and today I’m sorry this might feel random, and I didn’t mean to come to you like this but I'm reaching out with an urgent plea. Life in the refugee camp is incredibly harsh for our LGBTIQ community. We’re facing extreme shortages of food, clean water, medicine, and safe shelter. Each day is a fight for survival, and without basic necessities, it’s getting harder to hold on.
It’s difficult to ask for help, but we have no choice. We’re in a dire situation, and we need your support to make it through. Your donation, no matter the size, can provide life-saving essentials like food, clean water, and medical care for our community. Without your kindness, we are left vulnerable, struggling to survive.
If you’re able, please consider contributing to our GoFundMe⬇️🙏
https://gofund.me/4d80b32c
Your generosity could truly make the difference between life and death.
I also ask you to visit my blog, reblog my post, and share our story to help us spread awareness. The more people know about our struggle, the more help we can get. You can be part of amplifying our voices when we have been silenced for so long.
I know it’s hard to ask for money, but we are in desperate need. We can’t survive this alone, and we rely on the compassion of those who can offer even a small bit of help.
Thank you for your time, for caring, and for sharing this journey with us. Your support is everything.
With deep gratitude,
AshleymilesPhil
I can't donate any money at the moment, but I will share it so that it can get to someone who can ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Hi, I hope you are doing well🌹
Can you help by sharing my story, reblog, and donating if you can, to keep hope alive for me, I'm type 1 diabetes. I am calling on your humanity and kindness to help me raise $340.
This amount will enable the approval of an insulin pump that will help me better control my diabetes. Although I am happy that I have been approved the hardest part is the money to pay for the pump and equipment, please your contribution is important. Be blessed ♥️
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what sort of horror/theory recs do you have btw?
hii! I have a list of tbr books on butchfemme theory, autobiographical experiences, etc! I can DM it to you if you want (look for the trigger warnings first though).
What type of horror do you like? I have varied recs though, but I'm mostly into visual horror (TV shows, movies) and horror comics. I'm a bit picky when it comes to horror books.
happy butch appreciation day to every butch out there! sending you all little kisses and hugs. I'm blessed to be in community with you all, and jolly to see so many of you thriving on here.
I wish you the best every damn day for the rest of my life, every day should be a day to be appreciative of butchness.
like him so much i'm really thinking of giving him a lap dance to any Bad Gyal song
on my knees for them, don't ever let me speak about eyebrow piercings-
Butches with piercings make me go insane... They're so stunning
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My name is Aya, I'm 29 years old. I'm married to Jihad, who is 32, and we have three beautiful children: Abdelrahman (7 years old), Jori (5 years old), and Adam (2 years old). We live in the northern part of Gaza.
Abdelrahman, Adam, and Jori are the heartbeat of my heart and the light of my life.
Abdelrahman: the lion of the house, the helpful and loving boy to his siblings and family.
Jori: my beloved girl, the one closest to my heart, and my little mini-me.
Adam: my little hero and my spoiled child.
Since the onset of the latest war in Gaza, our home has been completely destroyed, forcing us into displacement. We’ve had to move more than thirteen times in search of safety. During this harrowing journey, we faced severe hunger and malnutrition that nearly took my life and the lives of my children. Additionally, we were exposed to numerous contagious diseases and dangerous epidemics.
Before: This is our home, our dream, and our promising future.
My children have to travel long distances just to get water and stand in line for hours to get food. Their mental health has been shattered by the war, their education has come to a halt, and they have suffered from catastrophic hunger that almost claimed their lives.
After: This is our home, built with our sweat and effort, and it has been completely destroyed.
The Right to a Peaceful Life
My children deserve to live a peaceful life free from fear and anxiety. I dream of your help to support my family and escape this genocide. Your assistance means the world to me and my children.
Your donations can be a beacon of hope for us. Every dollar can help save my children's lives and give them a chance to live in peace. Your prayers for us to overcome this ordeal and lift the siege are greatly needed.
Hello 🖐
I am aya living in North Gaza with my three children, and we are facing starvation in the northern region. We have moved more than 13 times trying to find a safe place, but there is no safety anywhere.
I am asking for your help to protect my children and get us out of this imminent danger😥.
Your donations and sharing of my story will greatly contribute to our survival.🙏🙏
https://gofund.me/7dc97966
please, share Aya's gofund.me link so her family (including her husband and 3 very young children) can find a safe location to be after their home was destroyed ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
🕯️🕯️🕯️manifesting pls pls pls pls🕯️🕯️🕯️
hot rough lesbian frustration sex would hit rn
something about being a stone femme/pillow princess that makes your ears perk up like a dog when you hear/read the words stone top
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help a disabled butchfemme couple out!
hello everyone! i hope y'all can take a sec to read this & share it if possible. my femme is going to be moving down to live with me (& my parents) at the soonest next month and recently lost her job due to a petty reason (although she's also disabled & burnt out on top of that) so she no longer has any income to help her save up for the travel we'll be taking. i'm disabled as well & unable to work without it taking a big toll on me physically & mentally but i'm attempting to apply for SSI disability benefits. unfortunately that will likely carry on into next year if i even get approved!
we could really use any help with donations for travel expenses (gas, uhaul, food) and any money left over would stay in savings as emergency funds for her or her pup as well as savings for us to get our own place eventually. i'll link her accs below if y'all are able to donate but if not, it'd be appreciated if y'all could share.
the drive is going to be 12ish hours there & back and we'll be having her pup with us as well. we've only received around ~$120 which we're incredibly grateful for but we very likely will need more for everything.
thank you so much if you've read this & please reblog! links are below:
pp | vmo
no thoughts, just imaging a puppy butch whining to eat me out while rutting on my thigh, waiting for my permission to drown themselves inside and have my nails scratching their head, gripping when I'm close to cummimg.
me and who
I am Mahmoud Helles, the owner of the donation campaign.The campaign aims to expel my family from Gaza and expel my wife to Egypt due to her serious condition with a kidney injury. Please enter my page and then share .https://gofund.me/53fa2830🌹🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🌹😭😭😭
Please, keep engaging with and reblogging Mahmoud's posts!! He's a verified fundraiser who has raised 19.771€/22.000€ so far! His children and wife need to get out of Gaza safely and then to Egypt because of a kidney injury that has gotten worse due to the amount of time with no treatment (which is also expensive). Find his gofundme here:
Please continue reblogging these kind of posts to help as many people as posible in this camp.
Any help is appreciated but sharing this online will reach many others and increase the possibility of money being donated
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Signal Boosting
This person (@mossse-700) needs help. Moise is a trans person in a Keyan refugee camp.
This is the GoFundMe link (any amount will greatly help them!):
https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-our-friend-mose-in-kenyan-refugee-camp
If you are not able to give any money, then reblogging the original Tumblr post and any others you come across.
Noor, an Egyptian lesbian, is seeking asylum abroad.
hi all. a dear friend of mine, also an Egyptian lesbian, sent this story to me. she is an acquaintance of Noor. they have to be really lowkey about this, so i’m here to amplify Noor’s story.
the person raising funds is Noor’s friend, Azra. they say: “Noor is an Egyptian lesbian who lives in an abusive household. She has no stable access to technology or internet as of right now, and we fear that one day we might lose all contact.. Noor has no chance to life freely as a lesbian in Egypt and her family found out about her identity recently, and they have started threatening her. We fear that her family might force her into marriage very soon. Noor wants to seek Asylum abroad and we as her friends are raising money to cover her expenses for the journey and survival needs. Please help her.”
Noor is so close to the goal. Here is the link: please share around and donate if you can 🤍
i really fucking hate having to ask for help, and this is a last resort, but i won’t be able to make rent on my own this month; i’m not american so i don’t have venmo or cashapp, but if you can help me out and would like to, please message me for my paypal or etransfer link 🫶🏻
because of a disability flare up and an unexpected medication expense due to my student insurance expiring, i wasn’t able to work as much as i usually do, and my emergency fund is depleted. i’ve already done everything i can think of, including rehoming my beloved cat and selling my personal belongings. my city is in one of the worst housing and cost of living crisis’ in north america, and my current place is the first time i’ve had stable housing in 2 years; i’m desperate to be able to stay here.
thank you for even taking the time to read this, and if you’re at all willing to help, it would genuinely mean the world to me <3
Huge commotion for the butches who can't or won't work out. To the butches who can't play any sports. To the butches who can't build or fix. To the butches who don't have the physical strength that can be so romanticized in online – but not only – spaces. To the butches who need any type of mobility aid. To the butches with mental disabilities. To the butches with chronic conditions. To the shy or reserved butches. To the fat butches. To the butches who desire to be sought out. To the butches who can't or won't make the first move. To the butches who still suffer with the predatory stigma. To the butches with softer voices, softer personalities. To the transfeminine butches. To the submissive butches. To the average sized butches. To the butches with long hair. To the she/her, he/him, they/them – or any other combination of – butches. To the butches who embrace their own brand of femininity or their own brand of masculinity. To the butches on T. To the butches who decided to undergo top surgery. To the butches who decided against it. To the butches who have chosen a new name for themselves...
To every butch who doesn't fit into the tough stereotype, and who does not necessarily need to fit into any other type of stereotype.
To every butch who feels they won't ever find someone who truly sees them, loves them...
You will.
if u do not like hairy butches u are weak!! but also more for me
Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better
I can't stand Child free people, as a child free person.
Like I have a legit trigger based in children screaming. That is a PTSD thing from years of abuse when I was a child. So I can't hardly deal with children in public but guess what!!! That's a personal problem! I deal with that by not going at times when kids are there! Or by putting in headphones!
But demanding the world become more hostile to children than it already is is just the peak of fucking entitlement.
"Oh but my wonderful anniversary dinner shouldn't be ruined by the sound of a baby screaming"
Go to a restaurant that doesn't allow children. They do exist! They tend to be more expensive but they exist! Or! Or! Better yet! Don't eat out! Rent out somewhere for the night and cook your own damn food!
"I shouldn't have to listen to a baby screaming on a plane"
That baby is far more uncomfortable than you are. It's literally in pain because of pressure changes in the cabin. Parents hate it too! There is no good answer for this so suck it up! Get noise canceling headphones and listen to a podcast or a book or music.
Children are human beings. They're not annoying pets that people happen to create. They have a right to be in public, to exist just like anyone else.
If you want eternal calm and quiet move out to the country and become a fucking hermit.
To be a high femme lesbian 🎀
To be a high femme lesbian is to be a protector. Of butches, of history , of selfhood.
To be a high femme lesbian is to be a paradox of all that is heteronormative, of all that femininity is expected to be.
To be a high femme lesbian is to be gentle , to be kind , to be a safe haven for the ostracised stone butch lesbians in my circle and let them know there is a home for them, beating within my ribs.
To be a high femme lesbian is to be authentic , to not perform femininity but to reclaim and redefine it for myself. For the other high femmes I meet , for the butches I cherish.
To be a high femme lesbian is to have your own stone. To not let it be chipped , be melted , be disregarded as heterosexual indecency. To allow your sexuality to flourish in the cradling of a stone butch’s hands. To allow theirs to find refuge in your stone sanctuary.
To be a high femme lesbian is an honour , not to be taken for granted. It is love personified , it is unity and it is freedom.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian babies that were left to starve to death then rot in their beds by the IOF.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian doctors surrounded by bodies of dead children begging the world to stop the slaughter.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian children who held a press conference in English to beg the world to stop murdering them because they want to live.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Priest who said "We will not accept your apology after the genocide" to the world.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Imam who used the speakers of the Mosque, not to call people to prayer but to call out to God while the world around them was burning from American supplied Israeli bombs.
I'm never forgetting the grandfather who held his dead grandchild in his arms. Or the father carrying the remains of his two children in plastic shopping bags. Or the mother holding her dead child in a shroud. Or the father sitting among the rubble after he lost his whole family. Or the girl trapped under a broken building begging for people to save her family first. Or the boy who cried when he saw his brother alive. Or the girl who asked if she was still alive after being pulled from the rubble. Or the boy who carried the remains of his brother in his backpack. Or the old man the IOF used for a photoshoot before they shot him dead after getting pictures. Or the little boy wearing plastic gloves to pick up the remains of his family. Or the graves desecrated. Or the body of that small baby girl left alone in a tent because no one knew who she was or if her family was alive, small and alone and not one person who knew her name to bury her. Or the young boy who was shot in the street while his sister watched from the window. Or the men and boys who were stripped naked in winter. Or those tortured. Or those made to stand in open graves. Or the people who were raped by IOF soldiers. Or Palestinian workers kidnapped by the IOF and then labeled with wristbands, each one reduced to a number, then made to walk back to Gaza to be killed in the world's largest open air concentration camp. Or the people of Gaza starving because Israeli Zionists are blocking aid trucks. Or the Israelis dancing and celebrating the death of Palestinians. Or the lies spread by Zionists and their supporters. Or the people profiting off the oppression and deaths of Palestinians. Or the people of the West Bank being killed or kidnapped by the IOF. Or old woman who was older than the creation of the terror state of "Israel" who was shot by snipers for saying that. Or the Israelis dressed up as Palestinians to enter a hospital and kill three Palestinians in their beds. Or every single Palestinian currently kept in an Israeli prison. Or the journalists, doctors, poets, men, women, children, and the unborn all massacred. Or the fact that WCNSF exists now. Or the woman who refused to wash the blood from her hands. Or the dead, unburied and unmourned.
I'm never forgetting those who chose silence in the face of a genocide.
I may not know all their names but I will not forget the over 30,000 Palestinians dead. Or the over 60, 000 people hurt. Or the unknown number of people missing, still lost under the rubble. Or the 12,000 children slaughtered. An entire generation crippled or murdered.
I will never forget these things when Palestine is free.
any stone butches and high femmes that would be interested in some chatting to become friends??