OFOS Butches & Femmes

Jet · 03-12-2010, 02:18 PM

Jet's .02

This is my two cents which I pulled out of a pair of
penny loafers that belonged my girlfriend, Susie Q,
who I made out with at the drive-in in my pickup.

Being old school isn't a philosophy. It is not complicated
deserving of heated debate or discourse or dissertation
It is not something politically correct to the point of
hatred. It is uncomplicated and unpretentious and
worn like distressed leather.

Old school is romantic and passionate.

I believe it is something innate, a way of life
that has everything to do with they way we are built; what we prefer
our tastes and likenesses.

It is not acquired. It is natural.
Because we have a natural respect and likenesses and affinities
for things that are traditional and, well...old fashioned.

Old school is pure heart.

We are deeply romantic and passionate for traditional loves and roles.
Roles are not a bad thing.
They are not some facade on one day and off another or for the moment.

For me, roles are a way of life.
They are about dancing with your wife. And going to war
if ever called because it's the right thing to do.
And loving children. And sunsets and working
for a living and loving hard and long at a summer place
and loving so deeply that your core being is
fully satisfied as the very woman or man that you are.

Old school comes naturally.

At times, it feels manly and responsible and romantic and passionate
and charged with devotion, care and values that existed in another time.
And all of these things are clean and sweet like a high notes.

But they vary as we vary.
"To each his own brother," as an old schooler would say.

Old school is heart's desire that runs as deep as the ocean.
Maybe being swept off your feet, and pleasing a man with a beautiful
femininity of yours and qualities that a real-in-soul guy lives for...
because that is how he is made. Just as much as your willingness to
be cared for and loved in a way that is nurturing, and that is sexy and passionate to you.
Respected and honored in mind and body.
It's an old value that is ours.

Did you ever catch fireflies? Did you ever just know,
with a look or a touch, that it was for life?
That's old school.

It is natural and simple and it is just us.

And for the record?

This is what was playing at the drive-in that night
when I fell in love and I was loved because

I am truly old school...

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihljspJpzG4"]YouTube- A Summer Place(1959)/í”¼ì„œì§€ì—ì„œ ìƒê¸´ì¼[/ame]

Did you ever catch fireflies?

Princess4u · 03-12-2010, 05:10 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ol' Jet

Jet's .02

This is my two cents which I pulled out of a pair of
penny loafers that belonged my girlfriend, Susie Q,
who I made out with at the drive-in in my pickup.

Being old school isn't a philosophy. It is not complicated
deserving of heated debate or discourse or dissertation
It is not something politically correct to the point of
hatred. It is uncomplicated and unpretentious and
worn like distressed leather.

Old school is romantic and passionate.

I believe it is something innate, a way of life
that has everything to do with they way we are built; what we prefer
our tastes and likenesses.

It is not acquired. It is natural.
Because we have a natural respect and likenesses and affinities
for things that are traditional and, well...old fashioned.

Old school is pure heart.

We are deeply romantic and passionate for traditional loves and roles.
Roles are not a bad thing.
They are not some facade on one day and off another or for the moment.

For me, roles are a way of life.
They are about dancing with your wife. And going to war
if ever called because it's the right thing to do.
And loving children. And sunsets and working
for a living and loving hard and long at a summer place
and loving so deeply that your core being is
fully satisfied as the very woman or man that you are.

Old school comes naturally.

At times, it feels manly and responsible and romantic and passionate
and charged with devotion, care and values that existed in another time.
And all of these things are clean and sweet like a high notes.

But they vary as we vary.
"To each his own brother," as an old schooler would say.

Old school is heart's desire that runs as deep as the ocean.
Maybe being swept off your feet, and pleasing a man with a beautiful
femininity of yours and qualities that a real-in-soul guy lives for...
because that is how he is made. Just as much as your willingness to
be cared for and loved in a way that is nurturing, and that is sexy and passionate to you.
Respected and honored in mind and body.
It's an old value that is ours.

Did you ever catch fireflies? Did you ever just know,
with a look or a touch, that it was for life?
That's old school.

It is natural and simple and it is just us.

And for the record?

This is what was playing at the drive-in that night
when I fell in love and I was loved because

I am truly old school...

YouTube- A Summer Place(1959)/í”¼ì„œì§€ì—ì„œ ìƒê¸´ì¼

Did you ever catch fireflies?

That is very beautiful my friend...if you arent careful you will have a following of women swooning for your affection. Not that thats a bad thing my dear.....LOL

Jet · 03-12-2010, 05:14 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Princess4u

That is very beautiful my friend...if you arent careful you will have a following of women swooning for your affection. Not that thats a bad thing my dear.....LOL

Thank you. I'm not sure about the following, but it is how i feel.

Leigh · 03-12-2010, 05:19 PM

Glad to see this thread bumped up, as it should be

Soft*Silver · 03-12-2010, 06:41 PM

my daughter, who is now 26 and almost engaged, took her cues from her momma about dating...when she started dating, she developed a criteria check list that they had to pass before she would accept a date, and a list for after the first date was over. She had seen me date OFOS butches throughout her childhood and expected her hetero bio men to treat her as well as my butches treated me...

Gemme · 03-12-2010, 07:33 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ol' Jet

SO EVERYONE

I'm afraid to ask this question,

but ...

what makes you old school?

Please God, lets not debate this or turn this into a long, cold dissertation
Let the answers just be from our hearts.

I don't know if I'm fully in the realm of Old School yet, but I know that I have OS tendencies and that I prefer those who exhibit OS behaviors.

I agree with Wicket's post below as to what that means to me.

Quote:

Originally Posted by WicketWWarrick

I call myself old school because I honor and respect the butches and femmes who paved the way for us to be like we are. I value our history. I value chivalry, being a gentleman (or gentlewoman/gentleperson). Manners, respect, loyalty - these are some of the things I strive to exude as a partner. I need to run so will probably add more later, but this is at least a start.

-Wicket

Lovely!

Quote:

Originally Posted by LittleShug

I have a question--

In your opinion, do Old Fashioned/Old School and Stone go hand in hand?

Just wondering what interpretations there might be...

For me, they definitely accentuate one another, but don't neceessarily mean that they are permanently linked.

sylvie · 03-30-2010, 07:30 PM

*waves*

erm, well in *this* thread anyway!
so just wanted to say hello, and hope you all have a wonderful day tomorrow!

Jet · 04-07-2010, 09:57 PM

The night was warm with just a hint of north breeze now and then.
The dance had ended at midnight and most sailors and soldiers had found their way to hotels and bunks on this three-day liberty.

I met her at the USO canteen, with its crowd of soldiers and working girls who had volunteered their evenings and their company of doughnuts and hot coffee for as long as they would last. Each girl, with her lined hosiery and upsweep, and 2-inch hemline, which had been cut short for the wool needed ocean's away, made herself available to soldiers to boost their morale and their hopes of returning home.

The canteen had grown hot on this night with loud swing music and fast jitterbugs and thoughts of war long forgotton under lilting trumpets and hot saxes and fast drums. It was swing and a time when all of America danced to a different tune.

Midnight struck some time ago and she invited me to her apartment to shave and to bunk on her sofa. It was all on the up and up—a sailor and a single girl both fighting for the same thing, in the name of the war effort, which we thought was the right thing. She was beautiful. I didn't want to touch her for fear of losing her, and yet I wanted to touch her all through the night.

She offered me Johnny Walker Red and a light for filterless smokes and a place to rest on her sofa. I saw that there were things out of line; a door hinge needed fixing, paint had chipped on the kitchen wall, things needed patching and straightening. And I wanted to stay and take care of everything for her, but it wasn't to be.

I could have pursued her and promised her a million things that a million guys would have offered, but I liked her. I was beholden to her generosity and her care that I may or may not ever come back. That alone, meant everything.

The Johnny Walker Red loosened my memories of all that I had loved and all that I could lose in a single detonated charge somewhere in the Pacific. I asked her to dance closer to me, and to a beautiful trumpet that made me forget.

There wasn't time for explanations, or excuses or promises. What mattered in this moment was the feel of her and possibly the last time I would ever see her.

The lights dimmed, the trumpet played and we danced to the unknown on a summer night in 1942...

Jet · 04-08-2010, 06:05 PM

Flying in and out to say hello. have a good night.

Jet · 05-17-2010, 12:41 AM

Honey Touch Me With My Clothes On

Kätzchen · 05-17-2010, 01:09 AM

Jet???

You were here!!!! AND, you posted about Gilda Radner!

Is she amazing or what???

I remember staying up late watching Saturday Night Live and she was my favorite actress-performer!!!! Oh my stars, she was sOoOoOOOoo funny!

She was also an inspiration to me and her husband, Gene Wilder, was such a wonderful husband to her -- even during the greatest battle she ever faced -- and he was so good to her! He is a Saint, in my books!!!! Do you feel that way about Gene Wilder too???

That video you left here is very special - You know at the end of the video where there's a quote left by Gilda???

Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity.

It's the "ambiguity" piece that has become so important to me, during this past year of studies: One of my favorite professors (in our department), taught me so much this past year on that very thing - ambiguity - and being willing to accept ambiguity because it is an opportunity to explore and discover moments that are shrouded in ambiguity and to not be afraid of the unknown. And to me, this is the priceless part about being in the moment and not knowing what comes next or what change we might need to accept or even use our imagination to creatively find new ways to experience what life offers as we taste ambiguity in our lives! Truly, Gilda's humor and how she faced her fears and battles in life is a shining example and inspiration to us all! This is such a gift to remember Gilda tonight - this helps me sooo much!!!!

Thanks so much Jet for thinking to post about Gilda Radner tonight!

Kätzchen · 05-20-2010, 10:12 AM

I thought I'd leave a video here this morning before I head out for the day!

I don't know about any of you, but I loved the (TV series) The Dick Van Dyke Show years ago! I always thought of it as a sit-com of an OFOS young couple and their friends and family life!

*enjoy*

03-12-2010, 06:41 PM	#5
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03-30-2010, 07:30 PM	#7
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05-17-2010, 01:09 AM	#11
Kätzchen Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: She, please. Join Date: May 2010 Location: Somewhere over the rainbow ツ Posts: 16,056 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 30,111 Thanked 33,514 Times in 10,640 Posts Rep Power: 21474868	On Gilda Radner: Beautiful late night inspiration ~ Thank you, Jet! Jet??? You were here!!!! AND, you posted about Gilda Radner! Is she amazing or what??? I remember staying up late watching Saturday Night Live and she was my favorite actress-performer!!!! Oh my stars, she was sOoOoOOOoo funny! She was also an inspiration to me and her husband, Gene Wilder, was such a wonderful husband to her -- even during the greatest battle she ever faced -- and he was so good to her! He is a Saint, in my books!!!! Do you feel that way about Gene Wilder too??? That video you left here is very special - You know at the end of the video where there's a quote left by Gilda??? Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity. It's the "ambiguity" piece that has become so important to me, during this past year of studies: One of my favorite professors (in our department), taught me so much this past year on that very thing - ambiguity - and being willing to accept ambiguity because it is an opportunity to explore and discover moments that are shrouded in ambiguity and to not be afraid of the unknown. And to me, this is the priceless part about being in the moment and not knowing what comes next or what change we might need to accept or even use our imagination to creatively find new ways to experience what life offers as we taste ambiguity in our lives! Truly, Gilda's humor and how she faced her fears and battles in life is a shining example and inspiration to us all! This is such a gift to remember Gilda tonight - this helps me sooo much!!!! Thanks so much Jet for thinking to post about Gilda Radner tonight!

05-20-2010, 10:12 AM	#12
Kätzchen Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: She, please. Join Date: May 2010 Location: Somewhere over the rainbow ツ Posts: 16,056 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 30,111 Thanked 33,514 Times in 10,640 Posts Rep Power: 21474868	Have a beautiful day today, everyone! I thought I'd leave a video here this morning before I head out for the day! I don't know about any of you, but I loved the (TV series) The Dick Van Dyke Show years ago! I always thought of it as a sit-com of an OFOS young couple and their friends and family life! enjoy

03-12-2010, 02:18 PM	#1
Jet Timed Out - TOS Drama How Do You Identify?: .. Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: .. Posts: 3,471 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 292 Thanked 2,647 Times in 1,293 Posts Rep Power: 0	Jet's .02 This is my two cents which I pulled out of a pair of penny loafers that belonged my girlfriend, Susie Q, who I made out with at the drive-in in my pickup. Being old school isn't a philosophy. It is not complicated deserving of heated debate or discourse or dissertation It is not something politically correct to the point of hatred. It is uncomplicated and unpretentious and worn like distressed leather. Old school is romantic and passionate. I believe it is something innate, a way of life that has everything to do with they way we are built; what we prefer our tastes and likenesses. It is not acquired. It is natural. Because we have a natural respect and likenesses and affinities for things that are traditional and, well...old fashioned. Old school is pure heart. We are deeply romantic and passionate for traditional loves and roles. Roles are not a bad thing. They are not some facade on one day and off another or for the moment. For me, roles are a way of life. They are about dancing with your wife. And going to war if ever called because it's the right thing to do. And loving children. And sunsets and working for a living and loving hard and long at a summer place and loving so deeply that your core being is fully satisfied as the very woman or man that you are. Old school comes naturally. At times, it feels manly and responsible and romantic and passionate and charged with devotion, care and values that existed in another time. And all of these things are clean and sweet like a high notes. But they vary as we vary. "To each his own brother," as an old schooler would say. Old school is heart's desire that runs as deep as the ocean. Maybe being swept off your feet, and pleasing a man with a beautiful femininity of yours and qualities that a real-in-soul guy lives for... because that is how he is made. Just as much as your willingness to be cared for and loved in a way that is nurturing, and that is sexy and passionate to you. Respected and honored in mind and body. It's an old value that is ours. Did you ever catch fireflies? Did you ever just know, with a look or a touch, that it was for life? That's old school. It is natural and simple and it is just us. And for the record? This is what was playing at the drive-in that night when I fell in love and I was loved because I am truly old school... [ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihljspJpzG4"]YouTube- A Summer Place(1959)/í”¼ì„œì§€ì—ì„œ ìƒê¸´ì¼[/ame] Did you ever catch fireflies?

03-12-2010, 05:19 PM	#4
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04-07-2010, 09:57 PM	#8
Jet Timed Out - TOS Drama How Do You Identify?: .. Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: .. Posts: 3,471 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 292 Thanked 2,647 Times in 1,293 Posts Rep Power: 0	The night was warm with just a hint of north breeze now and then. The dance had ended at midnight and most sailors and soldiers had found their way to hotels and bunks on this three-day liberty. I met her at the USO canteen, with its crowd of soldiers and working girls who had volunteered their evenings and their company of doughnuts and hot coffee for as long as they would last. Each girl, with her lined hosiery and upsweep, and 2-inch hemline, which had been cut short for the wool needed ocean's away, made herself available to soldiers to boost their morale and their hopes of returning home. The canteen had grown hot on this night with loud swing music and fast jitterbugs and thoughts of war long forgotton under lilting trumpets and hot saxes and fast drums. It was swing and a time when all of America danced to a different tune. Midnight struck some time ago and she invited me to her apartment to shave and to bunk on her sofa. It was all on the up and up—a sailor and a single girl both fighting for the same thing, in the name of the war effort, which we thought was the right thing. She was beautiful. I didn't want to touch her for fear of losing her, and yet I wanted to touch her all through the night. She offered me Johnny Walker Red and a light for filterless smokes and a place to rest on her sofa. I saw that there were things out of line; a door hinge needed fixing, paint had chipped on the kitchen wall, things needed patching and straightening. And I wanted to stay and take care of everything for her, but it wasn't to be. I could have pursued her and promised her a million things that a million guys would have offered, but I liked her. I was beholden to her generosity and her care that I may or may not ever come back. That alone, meant everything. The Johnny Walker Red loosened my memories of all that I had loved and all that I could lose in a single detonated charge somewhere in the Pacific. I asked her to dance closer to me, and to a beautiful trumpet that made me forget. There wasn't time for explanations, or excuses or promises. What mattered in this moment was the feel of her and possibly the last time I would ever see her. The lights dimmed, the trumpet played and we danced to the unknown on a summer night in 1942...

04-08-2010, 06:05 PM	#9
Jet Timed Out - TOS Drama How Do You Identify?: .. Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: .. Posts: 3,471 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 292 Thanked 2,647 Times in 1,293 Posts Rep Power: 0	Flying in and out to say hello. have a good night.

05-17-2010, 12:41 AM	#10
Jet Timed Out - TOS Drama How Do You Identify?: .. Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: .. Posts: 3,471 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 292 Thanked 2,647 Times in 1,293 Posts Rep Power: 0	Honey Touch Me With My Clothes On