A niche but potent subgenre of chapstick lesbian characterized by
soft masculinity/futch energy, trauma, and a constant state of intellectual and nutritional collapse. She’s tired, malnourished, mildly radioactive (in spirit), and knows too much about both poetry and nuclear fallout.
Wears oversized coats she found in a secondhand bin labeled “ARMY.”
Has under-eye circles that could be mistaken for makeup but aren't.
Smokes cigarettes or snusar while explaining why she doesn’t believe in
hope but still recycles.
Cites
Karin Boye,
Anna Akhmatova, and maybe Schopenhauer on the first date.
Core traits include, but are not limited to,
- Quiet desperation
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Deep anti-authoritarianism
- Obsession with ecological collapse
- A strange mix of tenderness and toxicity (sometimes lovebombs)
- A queer, bleak sense of humor that would concern most therapists.
Emotionally: she’s a
tragic Slavic film from 1976.
Aesthetically: post-apocalyptic futch.
Politically: anti-
fascist, vaguely socialist.