2008
Queer Butch Dyke Revisited
If you haven’t read my partner’s entry about being a Queer Butch Dyke — you should.
I’ll wait.
Done? Good.
Well, now let me tell you a little about how that all unfolds on the part of a partner. Forgive me for the feminine pronouns.
I’m a lesbian.
Full-blown.
100%.
No questions. No doubts. No closets.
I love women. I love their softness. I love their curves. I love their smell. I love their taste. I love their cum. I love their voices. I love their power. I love their weakness. I love everything about a woman. The good, the bad AND the ugly.
More than that I love a butch dyke.
There’s just something about the masculinity of a butch that drives me absolutely batty. The chivalry. The care. The aggression. The strength. The “package”
All the perks of a man without the useless dick. (I kid — it’s far more than that).
The point is a butch is the holy grail of the lesbian population.
At least to me.
I have never had gender identity issues. I’m a woman. I love being a woman. And I don’t love ever being mistaken for a man.
It’s something about myself I’ve never questioned.
So when Jess and I got together it wasn’t even something that I had thought much about — the questioning of our own gender identity.
But the more I got to know her the more I got to understand that gender isn’t this cut and dry thing. Our assignment at birth isn’t necessarily all there is to it.
I learned a lot about the trans community when I met Jess.
My thing is — I love both her feminine and her masculine side. They both are beautiful to me. They both are uniquely her own. Sexy. Raw. Handsome and vulnerable.
Last night I was laying in bed and she stood in the doorway talking to me and I was just taken back by how fucking sexy she is in all her masculine and feminine glory.
To me. She is perfect.
To herself, not so much. As you’ve read.
Sometimes it’s difficult to maneuver the “genderfucked” seas.
Sexually it’s pretty obvious which side of her is seeking attention at any particular time and therefore easy to adjust. Being as I love both sides, I don’t mind which one I “service”.
However — in the day-to-day it’s not always so easy. Sometimes she seems fine with being referred to — or even referring to herself in a feminine light.
Other times it seems like the kiss of death that sends her into an identity crisis.
So, I try to be careful what I say so as not to upset the genderqueer balance — but it’s not always easy. I wish for a moment I could transplant the perfection I see before me into her eyes. So she could see that which I adore so completely — the person that lays before me perfect in every way.
But, instead I just try to be supportive and not pay too much attention to the feminine parts when she’s hating them and continue to pray to whatever powers that be that she never decides to transition into being a man.
Because then I too will be genderfucked.
Tina-cious is also a member of the TLL Advice Panel.










Wow, you are a great girlfriend! That’s awesome that you are so supportive and understanding. I know it can be just as difficult for the partner as it is for the one bending gender, especially through periods of emotional change. I commend you for being sane and compassionate.
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