People always make fun of butch women’s appearance, but some of those big, muscular, “unfeminine” women frequently plant their asses between other women and predatory men. I’m speaking about the butches who have shielded me and my friends from physical harrassment when we were young and drunk and visiting gay parties for the first time. I’m speaking about the butches who keep bathrooms a safe zone. I’m speaking about the butches whose lesbian rage is only outshone by their infinite compassion for baby dykes.
Fuck your butch hate.
A long time ago, back when I was “straight,” before my very imposing wife was even my girlfriend yet, some jerk pinned me up against the wall at a party.
I was like, “Go away,” with my eyes glued to the floor and my heart pounding, but he wouldn’t. My boyfriend stood by and watched and said nothing.
She said, “Hey, leave her alone, you jerk!” and the guy was like, “What are you gonna do to me? This isn’t your business.”
Very calmly, she put her beer down, rolled up her sleeves, cracked her knuckles, and started walking towards him.
He bolted. I was amazed and I said, “What WERE you gonna to do him?”
“Oh I dunno,” she said, “They always run off before I get there.”
Later that night she drove me home and I threw up on her car. She still drove up to visit me in the big lonely city when I came out a year later, and her car door still made a sticky sound when I opened it.
“Trust No Butch” my big toe.
Trust No Butch Love Every Butch
LOVE EVERY BUTCH
Like every butch I’ve interacted with has been super kind to me. They, typically, assume I’m a baby butch or ask me but even when they find out I’m nonbinary they’re understanding and kind. We talk about being masculine and perceived as female. They call me buddy. It’s nice
i’m with the whole “dont force ur children to adhere to gender rules” but please …. let them if they want to …. my whole perception of femininity was warped because my parents pushed me to literally be “not like other girls” & “alternative” but as soon as i embraced pink things and dresses & stuff i felt really good about myself
i cant tell u how upset i was when we had a medieval day at school & i wanted to be a princess but my parents were like “nah all the other girls would do that u should be a knight” & i felt super bad compared to the others ugh
also like ?? as soon as i started liking “girly” things i discovered i was non-binary & stuff, so for me it’s not so much of a “kids should like things of the stereotypically opposite gender” as it is “let kids like what they like regardless of their gender but dont force them to like things of the stereotypically opposite gender”
one hard pill to swallow (that i had to learn myself) is that in order to actually learn coping skills and progress with living successfully with your mental illness is that you have to take action. whether that’s going to therapy or removing yourself from toxic enviornments/people, living your life solely for yourself or whatever. you can’t sit around venting forever and expect it will change. theres only so much understanding and patience that others around you will have. sometimes mental illness is a burden on others. it’s a burden when you have access to help and choose not to take it. sometimes it’s exhausting. there’s no magic day where it will all fall together. you have to actively make that magic.
