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After writing about femme identity last week, I thought this week I should write about what many consider femme identity's counter part, butch identity. While femme identity personifies femininity as a role, butch identity is at the other end of the spectrum, playing with masculinity and masculine roles, but not necessarily seeking to lose femaleness or to become male. Though some do. I think Kyle, of Butchtastic, does and excellent job of describing being happy to be a women, yet enjoying expressing a masculine side.
Externally, my presentation hasn't always been very butch - I've got some scary pics from the 80s featuring long hair and perms, eww. From the early 90s on, however, I've expressed more and more of my masculine side. I no longer pray that I'll be a boy when I wake up, I'm happy to be a woman. I can pass as a man on limited occasions, and that's a thrill but I really love being recognizably female, with masculine body language and vibe and facial hair. I love tweaking people about my gender. This is who I am: a woman very happy with her female bits, who also loves being a guy.
It seems that it is not uncommon for those on the butch end of the spectrum to have felt desire to express masculinity from an early age, as Kyle did. Heck I don't identify as butch, and I can relate to desperately wanting to be a boy as a child. Leo MacCool, of Butch Girlcat, recounts feeling defeated by gender as child.
I grew up with a very embodied view of gender. By which I mean, I got the impression that your gender was marked on your body in ways that were utterly, permanently insurmountable, starting with the obvious bits but extending far beyond that. One of my very early memories is being in the front yard with my mother and seeing a person walking on the far sidewalk. The person was wearing pants and a hat, and I didn't know if they were male and female. "Oh, you can always tell by the way they walk," my mother said. "That's definitely a woman." I wanted to rebel against it but it sounded like higher law: you will never walk like a man, no matter how hard you try. Your body will betray you. The examples could be multiplied but the moral was always the same.
But is butch really about perfecting the walk, or is it better not to? Sinclair, of Sugar Butch Chronicles, defines butch
Gender is about my physical body: how I appear, the clothes I wear, the accessories I choose. And, it's part of the way that I communicate physically, and thus becomes a big part of my sexual life, which is all about my body communicating with another's body.[...]There are certain things that gender does dictate when it comes to action or personality, but that seems to be primarily set around chivalry, which is really that physical communication aspect of sex and relationships.
Ahem. For example:
I hold my hand out for a femme who is walking in heels next to me when we go down stairs, because I want her to have something solid to hold onto in those high heels. I switch sides of the sidewalk when I notice a grate or something she can't walk over. I open the door for her because I don't want her to ding up her fingernails that she spent two hours perfecting. I take her coat because her dress is tight and if she lifts her arms up above her shoulders it could actually damage the dress.
I find the last bit of Sinclair's description quite interesting, because that is me to Betty Please. When Betty Please and I go out walking, I always position myself between her and the street. It's nothing that I've ever thought about, I've just always done. When we go somewhere, I drive. When out somewhere, I pay. It's our money, but I pay. If something needs to be carried or lifted, I shoulder it. If something breaks, I fix it. If the car needs gas, I fill it. If it's icy or snowy, I put out my arm for her to hold onto in case she slips...Why do I do these things? I don't know, I just always have. Is it butch of me?













