im glad you seem to enjoy my poem so much <3 like i think you just made my day way better!
id love to hear like your thoughts about it like what is in there that made you rebog that 30 times??
IT'S SO GOOD i had to reblog it 30 times for the soul ok
seriously though, i loved it so much because that's exactly what butch means to me. it's almost synonymous with caretaker, it's about love, it's about saving spiders from the classroom.
growing up (and still, though less so) i was the mediator between my friends and parents and brothers. i kept fights to a minimum, i calmed people down, let them cry on me from the age i knew how to wipe away tears. i half raised my brothers. i raised my mom almost as much as she did me. my dad wasn't home most of the time.
i've been masc since i was 8 years old. i got my first "boy haircut" at that age and it hasn't been past my shoulders since. even without the transgenderism, masculinity is such a huge part of my identity and it's ingrained in every memory i have. a good portion of the bullying and exclusion i experienced was about not being fem enough. my parents are overjoyed in an almost offensive way when i do anything they deem feminine. i get more compliments when i wear a dress, when my hair is longer, when i wear sparkly earrings or paint my nails or use a higher voice. none of these things are exclusively feminine, but they're seen as such by so many people. i don't get compliments for being masc.
butchness is so much more than masculinity. it's part of me, it's who i am, and it's more than significant to my gender. being butch, to me, is being a shoulder to cry on and arms made to hold. it's like that 'interview transcribed from my mind' poem. yknow.
here's a fake interview about my me & my girlfriend that i transcribed from my head. enjoy!
that one. yeah. that interview and your poem hit so hard for me because that's *what butch is* okay i can't. say it any other way. it's bridging the gap, taking care of people on both sides of the vicious fight, it's hugs and hand holding and wiping away tears and cooking for your brothers because your mom doesn't want to that night and sneaking into his room after a fight and holding him and letting him cry on you. and then once he's asleep it's doing the same for her. that's it. yeah.
