One weekday morning when I was off work (not my usual gym schedule) I met an older butch dyke in the locker room. That is, unless I'm out of my mind in my perception of her, but I really don't think I am
. We chatted about nothing interesting, just intro stuff and working out. She's a law professor and was facing me, sitting on a bench and wearing old blue cotton panties (nothing cute) with big white polka dots. Somehow it seemed very butch the fact that she didn't care about her underwear, kind of like she didn't even notice (I know there are metrosexual butches but she didn't seem to be one of them.). I forget her name, but I remember those underwear
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Originally Posted by DapperButch
Yesterday I was good, did over an hour of cardio.
Today I dodged the weights (when I should have done them), and only did an hour of cardio.
I don't really have anyone interesting at my gym like nycfembbw does.
I did see an old school bull dyke there yesterday. I wanted to thank her for paving the way (she was in her late 60's or early 70's), but when I smiled at her, she just looked at me. Like I said, old school bull dyke. Awesome!  Does anyone ever think about that when they see the stereotypical older "bull dyke"? What those women went through that we now reap the rewards of?
I have this wave of respect and appreciation well up in me at those moments.
(how the hell did I get from exercise to a speech on lesbian history and the strong women who paved the way for us? I may not define as a "woman", but they certainly paved my way, as well) |