Recently the butch feminist voice inside me has been reaching out. She has patiently waited her turn while all the others have spoken. I have been a wife, a mother, a daughter, an adult entertainer…now the Butch Lesbian Feminist speaks. Last year this time I was recognizing that I was not a transman – I didn’t want to be a man! I didn’t know what I was but I knew I wasn’t a trasman – I owned genderqueer. I still own that label and choose to blog about gender at Do I have to Choose? But here I blog about the part inside me that is blinding me with emotions that I cannot ignore any longer. I cannot avoid them! I must speak out about what I have learned, what I have experienced, and how I came out backwards!
I am a womyn that loves other womyn. I am certainly butch and I respect and love other butch womyn.
Here I am, 38yo and just now coming around to that. I feel like a baby in this world. I am a newb even. This morning as I laid in bed thinking about what weighs so heavy on my heart I read this poem and it made me realize that how I see myself isn’t so weird after all.
I knew I had to open the blog I had been thinking about. Now I have done it… now to see what the voice has to say.
So I was thinking just before starting this: What do I know? I am new to this butch thing… Then the smart part of me says: “Hey you have experienced all sorts of things in your life and you have an interesting perspective on things. We all have different journeys I just didn’t join all my sisters on this path until recently.”
So here I am – Sorry it took me so long… I had to take a few detours. Let me read about your journey and here is mine.