{"id":842,"date":"2012-08-30T02:19:46","date_gmt":"2012-08-30T02:19:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/?p=842"},"modified":"2012-08-30T02:19:46","modified_gmt":"2012-08-30T02:19:46","slug":"day-10-and-it-looks-like-i-made-it-also-i-used-to-have-a-mullet-and-be-a-big-dyke","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/?p=842","title":{"rendered":"day 10 and it looks like i made it; also i used to have a mullet and be a big dyke."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Woohoo! I challenged myself and met my goal. Yay, self! I really appreciate all the comments and &#8220;likes&#8221; from everyone who&#8217;s been kind enough to read my posts. \u00a0Encouragement sure does feel good.<\/p>\n<p>I see that I&#8217;ve been recently tagged in some old photos from a camp reunion, circa the late 80&#8217;s. I&#8217;ve got no memory of the pictures being taken and only hazy memories of the reunion itself, except that I wasn&#8217;t officially out as queer to many of the people I&#8217;d gone to camp with, although I&#8217;m sure lots of people didn&#8217;t have to be told. I&#8217;m solidly midwestern dyke in these photos, replete with an un-ironic mullet and earrings. I&#8217;m also wearing a pair of 80&#8217;s big glasses that are eerily similar to some of the big glasses I see younger folks wearing these days. (I should have kept those glasses along with my old labyrs necklace. I could have ebayed them off for a little bank.)<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s hard for me to leave myself tagged in these photos. I don&#8217;t look so great in most of them and I can&#8217;t believe I wore a mullet for sooo long. But also, what is harder for me to have public, is evidence of all the years I abandoned my butch self for an easier to digest dyke version of me. It&#8217;s hard for me to acknowledge I didn&#8217;t always identify or present as butch, even though I know why I did this, which was because being butch was not really an option in the 80s. And even though I was in the baby butch camp from 6th grade through my first 2 years of being out, I also wanted to fit in the lesbian and gay community in Bloomington. So I grew out my hair and got my ears pierced and wore rings and hung up my flannel shirts and put my Red Wing boots in the closet. I re-imagined myself as best I could as an androgynous dyke, while being a closet LHB (or long haired butch for those who aren&#8217;t familiar with the term). It&#8217;s not that I&#8217;ve got anything against dykes or dyke life. I love dykes. I&#8217;m forever grateful there was a dyke life to come out to. Even if the shoe didn&#8217;t exactly fit, it was a bajillion times closer to who I was than anything else I could figure out. But I do have some sadness and regret that I couldn&#8217;t figure out \u00a0earlier\u00a0how to be the butch I am. I would have loved to been the kinda dyke who rebelled some against the great lesbian-womyn loving womyn-androgynous force of the 80s, and claimed for myself &#8220;butch&#8221; and &#8220;gender queer&#8221; (which didn&#8217;t even exist back then). But that Iwasn&#8217;t that kind of a dyke. I was a fitting in one and and I&#8217;d like to figure out how to be ok with that part of my story. So I leave myself tagged in the FB photos. Try not to cringe Let my dyke self be public.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Woohoo! I challenged myself and met my goal. Yay, self! I really appreciate all the comments and &#8220;likes&#8221; from everyone who&#8217;s been kind enough to read my posts. \u00a0Encouragement sure does feel good. I see that I&#8217;ve been recently tagged in some old photos from a camp reunion, circa the late 80&#8217;s. I&#8217;ve got no [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-842","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-butch","category-insights"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/842","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=842"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/842\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":845,"href":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/842\/revisions\/845"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=842"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=842"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=842"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}