Butch Appreciation
The way she, without thinking, picks up my coat, holding it open for me. And as my arms side through the sleeves, the gentle way she wraps her arms around me, ensuring I’m tucked in snug as a bug. The way when we leave the restaurant she, without thinking, lightly jogs ahead to open her truck door for me. The way she, without thinking, grabs the bulk of the grocery bags from my car after our weekly shopping trip.
These actions that come so natural to her, without thought, these small considerations, these are the moments that make me feel loved and cherished. These are the moments I feel cared for. It’s not the grand gestures, it’s the every day moments. The ones where the gentle dance of her butchness as it caresses the femme parts of my soul, the glide of her callused hand into my palm during a sad commercial. It’s these moments that make a life. That make a marriage.
She’ll never know the way it makes me feel, but I appreciate every moment with my handsome butch wife.