Butch. Woman.
Butch women are put in a box when we are told that we are some deviation of the normal state of being a woman. That is exactly the trap that I have come out of as I detransitioned and stopped believing I was something other than female. I’ve been down the trans road and now I choose to say fuck every thing I have ever been told about who and what I am.
Butch equals woman, no qualifiers.
There is no part of me that is not female. I am butch. Men don’t get to define my femaleness - my femininity - for me. Woman knows no limits. It was men who other-ed us. I know who and what I am now. Butch-ness = feminin-ity. State of being female: We are. We are, no less. We are, no deviation. We are, no detour from womanhood. We are, no deflection from straightforward definition. I am not communicating a word, I am communicating experience. To those hung up on the definition of the word in relation to radical feminist discourse: your “radical feminism” is getting in the way of hearing other women. Butches have nothing to do with men, and everything to do with women. Feminine.I use the word “butch” to communicate myself to a society over-saturated in misogyny. But women like me shouldn’t need a word to qualify our position as women. We are normal. We are just as much default. What other word should we need other than “woman”? I know patriarchy, by merit of having a cunt. I know feminism, by merit of waking up and fighting back. I don’t need a degree in women’s studies to legitimize my reality. I don’t need a textbook to tell me who I am, what I am, and what it means. You say we aren’t feminine? Then tell me what part of me is not woman.
I am with Her. I am one with Her.
I am She,
My hair
My eyes
My ears
My nose
My teeth, fangs
My neck
My hands
My forearms
My backbone
My chest
My stomach and back
My butt, my hips, my legs
My feet
There is no part of me which is not.
I am.
(via redressalert)

