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I haven’t written any butch stories in a long time, but all of the sudden I have a few from things that recently happened to me.

Story 1

Today RU and I were walking back from the store and thought we saw this cat that looked like her old cat Benjamin, who disappeared about 6 years ago. We were standing there petting the cat and this young boy across the street, who was perched in the upper branches of a small tree, started talking to us about how he knew the cat, that it was his neighbors and it was a girl cat. We chatted with him for a minute and then stood up to leave. As we walked off the kid asked me if he could ask me a question and I said, “Yeah”

He said “Are you a girl?”

I said “Uh, yeah.

“He said “It’s weird.”

And I said “I know it throws people off.”

Story 2

On Friday RU and I went this artist studio open house in North Coast Seed building. I didn’t see a whole lotta other queers at the event, at least none that were obvious (which sadly is often the case, as queers tend to self segregate for all sorts of reasons, like comfort, safety, etc) and was doing the things I mostly do, adapting to the overwhelmingly straight world. In that mindset I didn’t pick up on the old school lesbian vibe in one of the studios we visited, but as we left, this super friendly dyke said to me: “Excuse me, but we were just admiring your butchness.