Truly there’s nothing quite like being transfem and butch. Picking up my old men’s clothes that I haven’t worn for years and finding out that the same things that once felt suffocating and wrong now feel hot and empowering. Feeling the freedom to lean into masculinity as far as I want without feeling like it has to be tangled up in maleness.
What a joy it is to turn your old chains into the weapons of dykehood














