Be Butch.
Tonight, while my wife was packing, she asked me to fix her nice Swarovski crystal earrings for her. There was a moment after she asked me – before I said yes – where she doubted my abilities. At least that’s what I thought when she said, “I guess I can do it.” “What do you … Read more
Have you heard of Tomboy Toes? They are a new shoe company designing for women, butches, trans people, MOC folks – and anyone who might want a more masculine shoe than those traditionally found in the women’s section. I have been paying attention to them for some time now, watching their progress and rooting them … Read more
My wife came home from her first physical therapy appointment today. She is having some issues with her hip. Anyway, I asked her how it went. “Good,” she says. “The therapist evaluated my feet, calves, knees, the whole chain. She told me that I have Barbie Feet!” I could tell by the smile on her … Read more
I have been out and visible since I was 18. I came out through the fire of a fanatical Christian cult (still hard to admit). I have been an out lesbian, dyke, butch, in all its glorious splendor for almost 30 years. I have fought first for gay rights, then lesbian and gay rights, then … Read more
I’ve got a new post up over on the Huffington Post. Will you go check it out for me? Maybe like it so the good folks at HuffPost know some people read what I write? It’s Butch to support ButchOnTap on Huffington Post. Be Butch.
It’s time for another episode of Butch’s Adventures with TSA. In today’s tale, we learn about those forbidden words. After smooth sailing through the millimeter wave image monster (no doubt because I sing-songed my hello to the agent staffing the magic pink and blue buttons), I collected my stuff from the belt. The benches were … Read more
Hi BOTs. A few random thoughts for you as I sit in my seat on the plane. 1. Couldn’t find a parking spot this morning. Being late and having to park closer to the airport isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Also, no one is leaving the airport at 6:30 am. 2. Been called … Read more
Tonight, while writing our Christmas cards, my wife got bored and started drawing on my arm with a pen. What did she write? “Butch,” of course. Just like Lea Delaria. Now, I would never claim to be as Butch as Lea. Nor would I claim to be as talented a singer as Lea. I would … Read more
My wife shared this idea with me and I love it. The thinking is that kids get overwhelmed at Christmas if there are too many gifts. If you have kids, and are lucky enough to be able to buy gifts, you’ve seen it on Christmas morning: that glossy stare. It means, “I’ve gotten too much. … Read more
What does it mean to be one of the most powerful Butches in America? Does it mean that women won’t freak out when I walk in the correct restroom? Does it mean that people at restaurants, coffee shops, drug stores, service counters, auto shops, and on planes will stop calling me “Sir”?