Would you want a relationship with a tomboy/tomgirl?
Growing up, I was definitely what you would call a “tomboy. Growing up, I had friends who were girls — little girls who liked to play with. There are certain things that you must never say to a tomboy girl. They are valuable relationship tips to avoid problems with your girlfriend. The coolness factor in tomboys is way better than any of the other girls who think they look smart and sexy. Obviously, being in a relationship with a tomboy does.
I love a woman in men's clothing. I love the way butches act. I love the particular way a butch woman acts "like a man", but with a woman's way- gentlemanly ettiquette and all.
I don't know how to describe that it's not hardly even the butch qualities sitting wide-legged and spread out, standing tall and firmbut rather how comfortable and natural she is being that way that makes it so good. I love the way butches are playful and funny but not coy or manipulative- I love their straight-forwardness.
9 Confessions Of A Tomboy | HuffPost
I love that "bulldagger swagger" so full of confidence and seriousness, that peacock strut. I love the way butches feel a masculine sense of obligation and duty and protection, but it doesn't translate into male ego. My heart squeezes at the way butches deal with their emotions- sometimes hiding it, swallowing it down, and that facade of pride and bravado.Girl Boy and Tomboy -Bhai hai tu mera-
I love the way butches act- so confident, so gentlemanly, so tough. I love butch voices- the ones that are pitched too low, but refuse to take on the sort of drawl that would turn it into a throaty, sultry femme voice.
Why in lesbian relationships one of the women is a tomboy and the other one is all feminine?
I love the way butches can navigate the world- not in competition with men, but buddies and friends, and yet slide into women's land and have that identity, too. I love the way butches have sex- how they know just what to do, and want to do it so very badly. I love the way butches use their hands like sex organs for delicate handlings. I love the outline of a strap-on contained in jeans or underwear.
I absolutely am addicted to the faces of butch pleasure- the eyes rolling back in the head, the body shudders, the complete way a feminine orgasm rolls through a butch body, made masculine by it.
I love butches who top but more I love butches who bottom or do both- I am drawn to butch women who know that being touched and penetrated and pleasured doesn't invalidate her butchness, doesn't feminize her, doesn't equal submission. I love butches who are into BDSM, who look fantastic in leather and who take slow, careful deliberation in their acts, who wear that power like an easy mantle. I love butches who love other butches as well as femmes- those girls who know the true pleasures of same-sex relations, when the sameness is in two butch bodies banging together, mirror images, same intense ferocity and heat.
But perhaps most of all, I love butches for who they are in this world. My heart aches and yearns for the strength I feel from them, how every day they walk the world looking the way they do and basically inviting- and then bearing- attacks for not giving up and conforming to feminine ideals.
I love them for being who they are, and not letting anyone tell them that women do not have crew cuts, or women don't wear ties, or women must be this, or must be that.
And if I'm being honest, I actually enjoyed playing with dolls. I mean, getting a Cabbage Patch doll Christmas morning was an absolute must for an '80s child, and I loved it!
But this is where people get confused, so pay attention: I never wanted to be Barbie. I chose Ken every time. Same goes for playing house; I was never the mother or the daughter; I was always the dad or the son. I related more to Ken or the male roles than I did to Barbie or the female roles.
It was easier for me to be the boy and like playing sports and going fishing and various other "manly" things, than it was for me to be the girl and pretend to like pink dresses and makeup and white, glittery ponies. I just didn't get it.
I was also too young to understand that it was OK to still be the mom, or the daughter, or Barbie, and just make them who I wanted them to be. Dress her in Ken's clothes and put her in a Lincoln Log-made cabin instead of some girly Barbie mansion.
Hook her up with a Chevy C with Custom Sport truck instead of a pretty, pink convertible. I didn't understand the possibilities of what it meant to be a girl, and that it was OK to be the girl I wanted to be. I want to be pretty. It's clear that dresses just aren't practical, and I preferred the clothes Ken wore to the lacy, girly things Barbie did. I mean, come on, how practical or even comfortable are dresses? There is no way I'm just going to hop on a bike, or even a white, glittery pony in a dress.
And if I make the wrong move, then BAM! The whole world gets to know me a little more than I intended. Dresses are just not feasible and also very drafty It just makes sense for me, that's all!
Things You Must Never Tell A Tomboy!
But I do want to be pretty, and when I do put on those dresses and people look at me in a way they never have before, it just feels good! Everyone has that desire to be attractive and wanted, and I'm no different. The difference is, though, as soon as I get in my front door, those heels are flying through the air, that dress is flung across the room and my hair goes from flowing beautifully down my back into a practical, messy bun.
Yep, that's the extent of my attempt at glamour, take it or leave it. Boys really like ME. I just get them. I mean really, really, really GET them.
Who doesn't appreciate it when someone gets you? I liked what they liked, and I was fun to hang out with.
Do not be discourteous and say, 'are all girls bad at maths'. There are many women who have done their Phd in mathematics, so that taunt is totally irrelevant.
You are totally sloshed after a late night party and you have the insolence to ask her this question. Men just do not understand that sober women drivers cause lesser accidents than drunk men. Should we quote scientific data to prove it?
- 9 Confessions Of A Tomboy
If women wanted to play just to win, then there would be no fun in the competition. Girls don't like to hear that they are not competing as equals in any game be it cricket or basketball or chess for that matter. It is discriminative especially for a tomboy who is trying hard to break out of the mold of a typical girl.
This is one of the most irritating habits that guys have.