Buy it or sew it, fold it, tuck it into your pocket. Just please don’t blow your nose in it.
What makes “men’s” underwear exclusively for men? Is it still men’s underwear if I’m wearing it? Answers: a) absolutely nothing and b) no, sir.
“I almost passed out the first time I bought boy undies. I wish that had been easier. I expected someone to shoot at me. Probably just refuse to sell to me, or laugh, really. But still. Racing heart, whole deal.”
It’s because of the real-life women who took enormous risks to their personal safety, and who physically fought to wear whatever undies, clothing and footwear they damn well pleased that we can have underwear week at all.
Anxiety on a butch is no different than anxiety on anyone else, but somehow I feel an immense shame as a result of the two’s interactions.
It’s that tie-straightening and sunglass removal feeling.
“I’ve seen some queer people who insist on holding doors, and other queers who use their stilettos to step on the feet of the men who do the same. I love them both, but I’m not sure if I can call sides in a concept of gentlemanly behavior that’s much older than any of us.”
12. Do your goddamned laundry.
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“I just don’t see why a woman would want to aspire to masculinity when she doesn’t like men.”
“So what do you do in bed, then?” they always ask, but what they mean is “I think I already know what you do in bed because you’re a butch who likes femmes, so I’ve made assumptions on your behalf.”
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No more compromising when it comes to your wardrobe. No more feeling uncomfortable in the outfits that are supposed to make you feel like a million bucks.
“I continued to make intense eye contact with my interviewer, concentrating to the point of not blinking. To her credit, she did sometimes look down, but it was usually to take in my tie, skipping my face altogether.”