Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better


Today’s musing starts at the gym.  This afternoon I worked out next to Gerald McCoy, a defensive tackle for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers.  This guy gives new meaning to the word “huge.”  He goes 6’4” and 295 pounds according to the NFL stat page.  I didn’t see any fat on him; how can you weigh that much in pure muscle?!?  Anyway, he is huge.  [Note: for any Bucs fans, he was very nice and was working his ass off.  Even this Saints’ fanatic could appreciate that.]  Would you be surprised if I confessed that I worked out harder today than on some days?  That I pushed myself more than I did yesterday?  Was McCoy’s strength and testosterone contagious?  I don’t think so.

More likely, I felt a need to be strong in the face of his strength.  To look strong.  To make a good showing.  Do I think that I am as strong as McCoy?  Not a chance in hell; it is never going to happen.  Do I think that McCoy would look over at me and think, “Now THAT is a strong woman?”  Nope, but imagine how cool.  “Check out the woman with the Mohawk.  She is a MACHINE!”  Nice fantasy.  But, I do want to make a good showing.  I do not want to be slacking off.  Right?  So, I am ok with him being miles stronger, faster, and bigger than I am.  Probably everyone reading this can agree with that statement.

But what about my girl?

Ahhh, there we go.  I don’t know about you, but my femme is stronger than I am.  It is important to point out here that she is 5’ and I am 6.’  She is petite and I am not.  I am a ton bigger, and yet… she lifts more than I do – always, it is not a fluke.  My only hope is if leverage or height is at play – then I am “stronger.”  That does not really count though, does it?  The worst is when we work out with a trainer.  On more than one occasion the trainer has sent us over to grab weights.  It goes like this.  To my fiancé, “Grab a kettle bell, 20kg.”  To me, “You grab a 16kg.”  Argh.

She also happens to be faster.  Anyone who knows me will tell you that this part does not say much.  I am as slow as molasses on a cold day.  When I run, I tend to go up and down as if I am trying to get out of a hole, instead of going forward. My parents used to cringe when I got a hit in softball (which was often – puffing chest out) and had to run the bases.  “Run Forrest!”  You would think that I would have gotten faster, if nothing else, to save my family from embarrassment.  But I never did.  My daughter beat me in a foot race several years ago (she is only 8 now).  Alas, speed is not my thing.  So who cares about the speed anyway? But the strength?  Does it bother me as a butch that my fiancé is stronger than I am?

The honest answer is … not always, but sometimes.  Why?  Well, I think it is because I want to be the big, strong one – the protector.  I want to make her feel safe and cared for.  I am the one who will chase away the dinosaur, right?  I could never be with a woman taller than I am, for similar reasons.  I love how small she is.  That being said, I like her to be strong, capable, self-confident, and all of those well-balanced things.  I want a woman who is sure of herself, hard to push around, able to handle things in the moment.  You know?

Brief musical interlude:

All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honey’s who makin’ money
Throw your hands up at me

It is sexy to know that she can take care of herself.  I love seeing her lift so much more than people would expect her to.  Sometimes I just wish I could lift a tiny bit more.

If I were king of the world and could make wishes come true, it would go like this.  She would stay strong, freakishly strong as she is, and would be respected as such by all whom she meets – including big strong football players like Gerald McCoy.  I would magically become stronger than she is, not overwhelmingly so, but stronger.  Does that make me a Neanderthal?  You tell me.  Butches, are you comfortable with your woman being stronger?  Fess up.

So, can I do anything she can do – better?  Of course not.  I am butch enough to admit it. Yes. Are you?

Be butch.

About Tristan Higgins, aka Butch Jaxon

I am a butch. This blog is about what I think. If you do not know what butch means, you are probably on the wrong blog. In the interests of inclusion, though, I can tell you that “butch” means a lesbian that is big, strong, tough, more macho, less girly. Of course, there are no hard and fast rules – which is an ongoing theme in my blog (and in the comments), but those are the basics. A butch will most likely not wear makeup. A butch is often referred to as “sir” by someone who is not paying attention. What else? I am, after all, not just a butch. I am happily married to the most amazing woman ever, and the mother of two fantastic kids. I am also a lover of, in no particular order, beer, bow ties, breasts, movies, hiking, bookstores, travel, dogs, geocaching, polar bears, the gym, music, gadgets, and more. By day, I am an intrepid corporate entertainment lawyer. Although I try hard not to be labeled as such – sporting a bleached Mohawk, for example. Think more entertainment and less corporate. By night, bring it all on! In my blog, I talk about things from a butch perspective, but this is not just for butches. We all love our femmes. Please do not let me offend femmes, mine in particular! If you like what you read here, I hope you will comment and let me know what you think. If you do not like what you read, well, what the hell do I care? Start your own blog. Be Butch. View all posts by Tristan Higgins, aka Butch Jaxon

2 responses to “Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better

  • Kelly

    Hey Butch!

    It’s a lazy Saturday morning and what better way to start my day than with some Butchontap. Almost like cartoons as a kid. Yes, that is a total compliment!

    I admire your honesty and humility about your Femme being stronger. Very Butch of you. I completely agree with you. As a Butch, I inherently feel I am the protector, the Knight, the Warrior when needed. It isn’t about feeling more powerful than my Femme, it is about my inner identity matching my outer identity. I also am usually the tallest female at 5’9″ and I have an athletic build so yeah, I am stronger than most females. I like being taller than my Femme. That being said, my Femme IS very strong and totally can take care of herself and I love that and it is totally HOT to me. And, honestly, I like that I am stronger.

    So no you aren’t a Neanderthal. Just as your inner butchness outwardly manifests in clothing and demeanor, your inner protector gets to be tall and strong. It’s in our DNA, Butch, it’s the chivalry gene.

    Now let’s go chase some Dinosaurs!


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