āI never knew a woman like you could exist, so how could I even dream of you before I knew you?ā
My wonderful girlfriend wrote this to me in her most recent love letter. She was writing about the concept of a ādream womanā, and how she wasnāt sure what hers would look like or be like until she met me. But, I canāt stop thinking about it, because this one little phrase captures something big about the butch lesbian experience, something Iāve had a hard time putting words to. It also captures realizations Iāve gone through after detransitioning.
Itās almost a āring of keysā kind of thought. But I love how it highlights the relationship between knowing and dreaming. What youāre aware of influences what you can dream about, what you can aspire to. What you know informs the possibilities of who you can be and love at your core.
Back a few years ago, when my crisis was was coming to a head and I decided to detransition, I felt lost. I craved an āundoā button that didnāt exist. All I knew was where Iād already been, only there was no going back. I couldnāt envision what my future might look like, especially with how far Iād gone in transitioning. I couldnāt imagine that Iād ever ālive as a womanā again; I felt ātoo far goneā. It didnāt seem like the concept of āwomanhoodā could encircle me as I was. When was the last time I saw a woman that looked like me? Oh yeah, never ā that was the original goal, after all.
In that moment, when I didnāt know what to do, I went with my gut: the very first thing I did was make a beeline straight to YouTube. Probably sounds a little strange, but looking back, it makes sense to me. I was searching for possibilities, for people, for stories. I wanted direct evidence that someone like me can exist, because I felt very unreal.
I looked up ādetransitionā, and there they were. Not many at the time, but enough. There were people with deepened voices, facial hair, mastectomies, bodies and histories like mine, unmistakable. And yet, they called themselves women, some even called themselves lesbians.
I watched and listened, and it didnāt matter what they were talking about; I didnāt even agree with everything they said. What mattered was that they existed. They were real. Some of these women passed as male, but didnāt seem pressed to change themselves any further or in any way, and still emphatically called themselves women. It was mind blowing to me, and comforting. Knowing that I wouldnāt be the first or only one like this was a relief. It gave me courage, made me feel a little less crazy. It felt like I could move forward knowing that Iām not utterly alone in this experience.
And later on, I actually met these women, and others like them. Women with different ideas and opinions, not all of whom agreed with one another, or used the same words, or understood themselves in the same way. Regardless of differences, they had experiences in common with each other, and with me.
Each strange woman Iāve met has broadened the possibilities of what a woman can be, and what kind of woman I can be. Spending time with other uncommon women has fundamentally changed me at my core. There is something they gifted me that I donāt have words for. Something that came from seeing, hearing, and sharing space. Knowing by witnessing.
My beard carries memories of the bearded women Iāve met and loved; when I look in the mirror, I see part of them in me. My head is bald because I met other women who were bald first, and through them got the courage to take the plunge and buzz it all off and never look back. My voice is stronger from singing with others who embraced their changed voices. I donāt have the shame and embarrassment about my voice that I did before.
Every single part of my body carries the memories of other women like me. Detransitioned women, butch dykes young and old, friends, loversā¦ My opinion of myself and what I can be has fundamentally changed because of the possibilities Iāve seen in other women.
I never knew women like us could exist. But I know now, and I dream of us often.
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