Butch Voices

You know that feeling when you’ve been sitting in the dark for a long time – like ages? And, you are just sitting there thinking, “Why am I sitting in the dark? Why don’t I turn on a light? Light a candle? Fire up the smartphone? Something.” But, you can’t seem to do that. You just keep sitting in the dark – for no good reason. Or maybe there is a good reason. Maybe it’s that you are stuck. Afraid. Or unaware. Right? Sometimes, you just don’t even know that you are in the dark. After all, you can’t see that it is dark if you don’t know that there is light. Ok, I get that this is a little esoteric. I’ve not written in a while and I guess I have some bottled up metaphors. Let me pull it back a bit.

I am talking about how it felt for me to go to the Butch Voices conference recently. It was the first time I went – obviously. It was like I have been sitting in the dark, kind of stuck, and unaware, and then someone turned on the light. Wow.

“But Butch,” you might be thinking, “you write about being a big butch lesbian. You know stuff. You aren’t afraid to Be Butch.” Yes, I do write about being a big butch lesbian. I fancy myself a bit of an expert, in fact. Thanks for noticing. :o) And, no I am not afraid to Be Butch. BUT, I do tend to Be Butch alone – almost all the time. All by my butch lonesome. I look around my daily life and there is nary a butch in sight – except for the rad butches on Twitter and Facebook and those following my blog. Shout out! But, y’all aren’t here in my life, not friends of mine. You could be, of course, but we don’t know each other. Not like you know your high school and college friends, your neighbors, coworkers. So, I am essentially sitting in the dark.

But, like anyone sitting in the dark, lots of insecurities and questions arise. You know, while one is sitting staring at nothing and thinking, thinking, thinking. Will I Be Butch enough? What if I am not the right kind of butch? What if the other butches don’t like me? What if I say stupid things? (Not like regular stupid things that I say all the time, but like epic stupid things.) What if I breach the unwritten butch code that all of the other butches in the world know about – except for me? Will I be run out of town by a posse of butches, never to show my face in the butch world again?  Will I be banished and never allowed to date another femme? I am telling you, my insecurities ran rampant for a bit. But then I thought, what would I say to a friend in this situation? I would say, “Why are you being such a dick? Butch up and go to that conference. What’s the worst thing that could happen?” So, I took a deep breath, and butched it up and got on the plane, and then in a car and drove to the conference. Because I really did want someone to turn on the light. I really did think it might be amazing, and I wanted to find out.

I didn’t really realize how amazing it would be to be in a room full of butches. Let me repeat… a WHOLE ROOM FULL OF BUTCHES. To look around and see butches everywhere. Older than me. Younger than me. Blacker than me. Whiter than me (I didn’t know that was possible!). Hipper than me. Not as hip as me. Smaller than me (mostly!). Smarter … you get the idea. Butches, butches everywhere! It was like a banquet. I mean, if I was into butches, I would have been drooling. As it was, I was giddy with excitement to … belong. To be a part of the crowd. To fit in. I never really fit it. I mean, I fit in with my family. With my femme. But, that’s about it. I have acceptance at work and with my friends and at the gym, etc. But I don’t fit in, not in the way that a, shall we say “more mainstream lesbian” does. I stand out everywhere I go. But at Butch Voices, I wasn’t even the only one with a Mohawk! There were other power lifters there. Other butches into femmes. Other butches who like fashion. It was like Butch Disneyland!

And, the amazing panels. The speakers. The talks. The environment was so neat. Plus, it helped me that I knew two butches from Twitter who were going. We arranged to meet IRL on the first night of the conference. Well, the three of us hit it off immediately and it was a bit of a love fest. I won’t talk more about them here, because I’ll get all sappy and shit, and they already know that I love them. But, the take away is that Butch Voices gave me those friends in real life. We had connected virtually, but the experience of meeting in person in this wonderful incubator of an environment cemented those relationships.

After Butch Voices, I know that there are lots of other butches out there. At least a handful of powerlifting, femme-loving, bowtie-wearing amazing, wonderful, strong, sexy butches are out there. And now I know a bunch of them. I even have butch friends now! And, I am proud to have participated in this group of butches. I will continue to do so, and if you are a butch, you might consider doing so as well.

It’s very butch to Be Butch around other butches. 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

10 responses to “Butch Voices

  • Searching4Self2013

    Dude! BV13 was epic! I felt the same way…what if I’m not butch enough & all the rest. Figured I was the only one. Nice to know I wasn’t.

    I’m so glad I went! (Not least ‘cos I got to meet two amazing Twitter pals IRL!) But, like you, the experience of fitting in, of being valid, was immeasurably uplifting. Definitely gotta do it again!


  • gailthegr8

    That was a funny post tris :  ) I’m glad you feel accepted and like you belong♥

    Sent from my Galaxy S®III


  • cora_bora

    such a good post! I totally relate. outwardly, I feel and look very femme. inside however, total butch lol. I’m the only one I know who feels this way. It can be very lonely at times. I also get a lot of the “pick a side” comments. I’ve come to terms that it’s ok I feel both butch and femme, but it would be nice to not have a tigger complex about it (as in, I’m the only one). so glad you were able to be surrounded by butches (lucky you!!).


  • Old Shackie

    It sounds wonderful! I’m glad you had that experience. It is so important for us to know that there are others like us. It’s very healing…How can I find out about this conference?


  • Sheila Gilhooly

    Wow !! I had to read this one twice for the vicarious joy it gave me. I am jealous as hell but I don’t begrudge you and the other butches at all for getting to have such amazing experience. Like you, I have acceptance, my partner, family co-workers and even the’ ladies’ at the pool i swim at every day, but I am always “other”, sometimes , painfully so.I think I must set my sights on being at the next one., bound to be one it sounds so great. !! Since I am more often taken for a man than a woman, I think I am “butch” enough. but am I cool enough? I’d be willing to” be butch !” and chance it.
    Thanks for a really deluxe post, it gave me a lovely rush.. of belonging,and pride and feeling lucky to be in a special club, within a special club. I love what you write . The descriptions, the irony and overall humor , all make for a great. read . I’ll hope to meet you if I make it to the next Butch round-up ,
    in solidarity and appreciation


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