Building up Butch

A heads up to all Butch/butch readers or pass on to any Butch/butch lesbians that you know. I am working with another proud Butch lesbian on creating a near future workshop for Butch/butch lesbians. We are looking for SERIOUS leaders to help with this project, approximately 10-12 Butch/butch lesbians. We are seeking only Butch/butches that can put their ego's aside and work as a team.


Some of the issues we will be tackling are Butch Shame and all the issues that spring from Butch Shame i.e. body dysphoria, sexual dysphoria, fears of intimacy and the all around shame of being a female to name a few. We will also tackle how best to deal with/avoid this current trend to transition and for those who date Femmes, how to stay clear of "queer femme" (screwed up straight women) types so you can better find the real Femme of your dreams.

Our main goal is to build up Butches into proud Butch/butch women, we will do this through confidence building techniques that specifically cater to our Butch/butch lives.

We are currently working on a mission statement and a concrete list of goals. I will give you more info as my friend and I develop it. 


If this sounds like something you would be interested in working on us with, email me at dirtywhiteboi67@yahoo.com


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This is the Female Brain on "T" (testosterone)

 A tiny fragmented sample of the hate, vile and threats left in comments and emails regarding me/my blog from yesterday alone and that doesnt even begin to cover the forums and communities where its much much worse because it is in private.


This is what the medical community AND the larger lesbian community need to see, this is the after results of the female brain on male hormones when simply confronted with a stranger on the internet across the country or the across the globe whom does not agree with/support their blurred trans notions. I wont hazard a guess to think what would happen were someone to disagree in real time with them. Based on the comments alone I think we both know and know it would involve violence. And given the shear volume of violent, hate filled bullets being rapidly fired at me by trans(men), I think its fair to say that this isnt merely a couple of angry females on "T" who were likely angry before "T". THIS clearly is a result of "T" on the female brain and it aint pretty folks, its aint pretty.
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Lesbians Do NOT Stay Partnered with Transmen FTMs

Regardless of how long the lesbian couple has been together, if one partner transitions, the relationship will end within the first 6 months to a year. Lesbians desire, lust after, fall in love with WOMEN. NOT women cosmetically trying to be men. No female who truly loves females transitions. This is a trans myth, in the same way trans(men) are feminist is a trans myth. If you cannot love yourself as a woman, you will never be capable of loving, respecting, and valuing another woman as the woman she is.

No matter how much we would like to use feminism to justify our choices, feminism cannot be interpreted to encompass any risky, self-hating, violent thing a woman does to herself, or takes money for doing, or pays someone to do to her. Feminism does not value women's subordination and women's pain. It doesn't value healthy women's lifetime dependence on the medical system for nutritional supplements or hormones—inevitable outcomes of weight-loss surgery or transsexualism. (amy winter)

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Transmen: Who is Transitioning

iA smattering of "before" pictures from girls who have transitioned. This isnt the handful of Butch dykes whose internalized misogyny drove them to hate themselves from yesteryear. These are your young daughters caught up in the latest trend, except instead of dying their hair or adding a few extra piercings that can grow out or come out, they are being issued DRUGS and SURGERIES by the medical establishment that WILL have lasting permanent effects even if they decide in a few years transition wasnt right for them.

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Transmen FTM's: Where are their/there men in this Tragedy?

Aside from testosterone, the most prevalent topic of conversation on any trans(male) forum/website/group is "passing", there are literally thousands of comments devoted to this. A few examples here and here...

With the regularity that I see this nonsense, I just cant help but wonder what these females fathers, brothers, male cousins, uncles, male friends etc relationships must have been like? That is if they in fact had any close relationships with males to begin with. I cant say I have read much in the way of trans(men) and the men in their lives save other trans(men). I've seen plenty on their mothers, how their mothers reacted to their transition, their mother's not understanding their transition, their mothers accepting or not accepting their transitions, but next to nothing about their men.

Hell, I'm just your basic biological Butch female, yet until adulthood the only close relationships I had were with males. Instead of a mother and a father I wound up quite early with a father and two father figures, sadly I'm down to having only one father figure left. And while I made friends with other females easy enough, all my close friendships were with boys growing up, some of which are still in my life today.

A father that bought me a mini bike when I was four years old, three years before I would get a two wheel bicycle, a father that bought me a cane pole when I was also four so that I could participate when he, my mother and older brother went fishing all summer. I can still hear his voice as loud and clear as church bells on a Sunday ringing in my ears when I hooked my first fish with it, "back up, back up, almost, keep backing up". And I still feel his pride when for years afterward he would brag his 4 year old daughter caught a 14" perch on a kids cane pole. A father who bought me my first BB gun when I was 5, a 4-10 two years later and took me rifle practicing. A father who took pride in me knowing how to shoot a gun, but never made me feel less than or ashamed because I couldnt kill with that knowledge. A father who loved to cook and can and made the best waffles on Sundays. A father who when at our cabin up north would make me special blueberry pancakes because they were my favourite. A father who taught me how to ride a motorcycle when I was 10, including how to land if I decided once I got comfortable to jump ramps with it (which I did). A father who taught me how to drive a stick shift. A father who showed me how to fix things, from basic car problems to home appliances. A father who showed me how to make "jacks" to throw underneath "scab" cars that crossed a picket line. A father who always kissed my brother as well as me. A father who helped me to move into my first house. A father who called me 6 years ago telling me his doctor told him he is no longer responding to chemo and to go home and call hospice. A father I watched slowly shrink from the strong muscle bound man that he had always been, even in his sixties and die over the next two months. A father whose funeral I completely lost it at. A father who I miss everyday.

A father figure, my half brother 21 years older than me. A half brother who took me along with his kids, swimming. A half brother who took his son and I to football games. A half brother who took his son, daughter and I to weekly local hockey games. A half brother who taught me how to BBQ. A half brother who took us too the local speed races. A half brother who would toss a football to his son and I between the isles in the store. A half brother who would sometimes join in a basketball game with his son and I. A half brother who every Memorial Day would take me and his kids to put flowers on our mother's grave. A half brother that would tell stories about our ma, so that I would never forget her. A half brother who let me have the car on weekends when I first got my driver license. A half brother who died suddenly when I was 26. A half brother at whose wake I drank for 12 straight hours and it still didnt dull the pain. A half brother whose silly sayings I repeat often so he feels just a little closer to my heart than the ground that covers him.

A father figure, my brother 7 years older than me. A brother with a genius IQ who always challenged me and challenged me to challenge myself. A brother for whom I would not have the excellent memory that means everything to me. A brother who expanded my knowledge of music, art, tv and film. A brother who taught me how to play marbles like a pro. A brother who whipped the pants off me in pong when our dad bought us the very first home video game console in 1975. A brother who helped me to get my first job which I held for twenty years. A brother who paid the down payment on my first house. A brother who I have dinner with twice a week. A brother who is my last living father figure.

Uncles. I grew up with LOTS of uncles. Uncles who taught me about wood working. Uncles who joked with me in their uncle ways. Uncles who picked me up once a week to meet other uncles and their friends for coffee. Uncles who showed me how to ride a horse, milk cows and slop pigs. Uncles who taught me how to fight, if I had to. Uncles who invited me to join their pool league at the local bar. Uncles who upon seeing me cry, I caused them to cry at my fathers funeral. Uncles who still when I see any of those still living always, always, always make me laugh.

Male cousins. I grew up with lots of male cousins. Male cousins I played cars with. Male cousins I played hide and seek with. Male cousins I played tag with. Male cousins who I hung out with at the video arcade with. Male cousins I got jumped with. Male cousins I was shot at with. Male cousins I played quarter bounce with. Male cousins who after my father died spent several weeks at my house to make sure I was alright. Male cousins who were my best friends and still are.

Male friends. I grew up with lots of male friends. Male friends who dared me to jump ramps on my bike. Male friends who together we dominated at King of the Mountain. Male Cub Scout friends who taught me in the 4th grade how to tie a tie. Male friends I traded Hot Wheels with. Male friends who shared their allowance with me when I had none. Male friends who purchased me a season pass every year for our schools football games. Male friends I cruised around with. Male friends who together spray painted our names on the high school wall. Male friends I played football and basketball with from grade school on into my twenties. Male friends, many of whom I still talk to today. Male friends without whom it would have made for a very boring and lonely childhood.

Patriarchy set many limits on my life as a female, but the males in my life saw to it that I was largely unaware of those limits. I think it safe to hazard a guess that the males in the lives of many trans(men) mirrored patriarchy perfectly to their daughters, rather than shattering it.

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Lesbians In Revolt by Charlotte Bunch

Lesbians In Revolt
The development of Lesbian-Feminist politics as the basis for the liberation of women is our top priority; this article outlines our present ideas. In our society which defines all people and institutions for the benefit of the rich, white male, the Lesbian is in revolt. In revolt because she defines herself in terms of women and rejects the male definitions of how she should feel, act, look, and live. To be a Lesbian is to love oneself, woman, in a culture that denigrates [sic] and despises women. The Lesbian rejects male sexual/political domination; she defies his world, his social organization, his ideology, and his definition of her as inferior. Lesbianism puts women first while the society declares the male supreme. Lesbianism threatens male supremacy at its core. When politically conscious and organized, it is central to destroying our sexist, racist, capitalist, imperialist system. Male society defines Lesbianism as a sexual act, which reflects men's limited view of women; they think of us only in terms of sex. They also say Lesbians are not real women, so a real woman is one who gets fucked by men. We say that a Lesbian is a woman whose sense of self and energies, including sexual energies, center around women--she is woman-identified. The woman-identified woman commits herself to other women for political, emotional, physical and economic support. Women are important to her. She is important to herself. Our society demands that commitment from women be reserved for men. Lesbianism is a threat to the ideological, political, personal, and economic basis of male supremacy. The Lesbian threatens the ideology of male supremacy by destroying the lie about female inferiority, weakness, passivity, and by denying women's "innate" need for men.

Being a Lesbian means ending identification with, allegiance to, dependence on, and support of heterosexuality. It means ending your personal stake in the male world so that you join women, individually and collectively, in the struggle to end your oppression. Lesbianism is the key to liberation and only women who cut their ties to male privilege can be trusted to remain serious in the struggle against male dominance. Those who remain tied to men, individually or in political theory, cannot always put women first. It is not that heterosexual women are evil or do not care about women. It is because the very essence, definition, and nature of heterosexuality is men first. Every woman has experienced that desolation when her sister puts her man first in the final crunch: heterosexuality demands that she do so. As long as women still benefit from heterosexuality, receive its privileges and security, they will at some point have to betray their sisters, especially Lesbian sisters who do not receive those benefits.

Lesbians must form our own political movement in order to grow. Changes which will have more than token effects on our lives will be led by women-identified Lesbians who understand the nature of our oppression and are therefore in a position to end it. 

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