“You misunderstand.” The blue butterfly took another sip of nectar. “You’re clearly out of the loop!”
“Sure, ‘mansplain’ it to me then.” The butch lesbian stag beetle rolled her eyes. “You cis male types always know better.”
“Your so-called ‘self-sufficiency’ is just for lack of a real man in your life.” The blue butterfly hiccupped, wiggling his antennae in a faintly imposing manner. Nectar dripped onto the bar counter.
Later that day, the butch lesbian stag beetle’s friends asked about the blue butterfly lying beneath the bar counter in a pool of vomit.
“Oh,” she said. “That’s called ‘self-sufficiency’. Apparently.”
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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Love this…
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Thank you, SJ!
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Bummer. Men can not hold their liquids inside for long.
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Nor their solids! 😮
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This is so creative, I love it (and I can feel the rage underneath all this, well written!)
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Thanks so much, Jasmine. We certainly had a point we wanted to make, that’s for sure!
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cute!
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Fanks, Ben! 😛
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I love your characters – self-sufficient blue butterfly, butch lesbian stag beetle and her friends. Your mind goes places. Wow. I love it. Sending you lots of love and hugs too. 💕💕
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Aw, thank you, Summerhill. You rock! 😀
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You are a rock star in my books🤗🤗❤️
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