By getting people to read about our shared history, and recognise what happened, I feel like I’m giving back.
I remember being really young and out with my family, and there were two butch women having a meal opposite. We went to my grandparents’ house after, and my mum was like “we were next to some lesbians” and wouldn’t say it out loud. I’m still undoing that. I don’t believe that being butch is bad anymore, but I’ve been thinking about if I should shave my head, and it’s still like it’s the final step of really not caring how masculine I look. But it’s so scary. And it’s still scary. Even though I’ve been out for nearly 10 years, and know that most people see me a butch, that’s still a big step. The general stereotypes of being butch is that you’re too unattractive for a guy to fancy you. You don’t have a sense of humour. Easily offended. Not fun. Bad at dressing. I think it’s mostly down to appearance. When we think about ‘being attractive’, we thinking about what straight men find attractive. stereotype. And ‘butch’ is basically the opposite of that.