I'm a butch, but
I'm a butch, and I cut my own nails (fingers and toes). I don't own any feminine clothes. Did a lot of sports when younger, which accounts for me still being in fairly good shape for my age. I have changed the oil in my car, and changed a flat all by my lonesome (even took a course in auto mechanics). I have several toolboxes, one with all the stuff for computers, and one with hammer, nails, drill, screwdrivers, etc. I have even built my own desk. And, used to do all the painting of my places. I am not much of a suzy homemaker either, and the guy who I usually paid to wash the floor has retired and disappeared (oh well) - I prefer eating out.
I was never much of a diarist either, could never figure out why I received them as gifts; would write in the first page, and was too busy as a kid playing outside to feel any need to continue writing or have anything to write about. Kept a few, just to look at all the blank pages and laugh. Prefer doing to talking about it. I think and write like a butch, can't even write like a femme - which is both funny and interesting if one considers the kind of person who writes a lot.
Yeah, I'm a butch, no ifffs, no buts, well, uh,
... but I'm in this female body (chuckle)
... and/but, I have never seriously considered the transgender option - even though I knew someone in my late 20s who went ftm. And the reason I didn't go for that option was real simple - I chose to reincarnate into this female body! I only shave the post-menopausal slight mustache once a week, the only shaving I would ever do...
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