Resurrecting an older thread [by the way, is there a time limit for that? I'm reading a lot of older threads I've found interesting and would like to post to, but wasn't sure what the official rules around here are for that sort of thing, if any].
My pre-school teacher was one of the most handsome butches I have ever seen (even to this day). Her name was Krista. She was tall, probably late 20's, had a honey-smooth voice that was just a few octaves lower than most of the straight women I knew at the time (hey, I was 4), and she had these mischievous hazel eyes that would light up and almost dance when she would tease us or get down on her belly and let us climb all over her. She looked like kd Lang circa the mid 90's with that dark shock of hair which would always fall casually onto her forehead. She would even let us play with it and put barrettes and scrunchies in it (if we could manage to grab enough hair to do so). I would always play with her hair but never put anything in it. She would jokingly ask me why and I can remember telling her quite emphatically that she looked beautiful without them and she didn't
need a "makeover" (although I would always claim to see one stubborn section that was out of place so I had an excuse to play with her hair anyway... I'm smooth like that).
I can remember vividly after one particularly sleepless nap time where she decided to "nap" beside me and my friends for moral support (we were the "anti-nap" crowd) excitedly exclaiming to my mother proudly (and quite determinedly) in the car that I was going to marry her when I grew up! My mother then proceeded to give me the "girls don't marry girls" lecture which I thought was total hogwash even then. I huffily crossed my arms and proclaimed "I don't care. I'm going to do it anyway!" and then proceeded to stare out the window the rest of the quiet ride home
Imagine my dismay (and total indignation) when I later saw my beautiful butch asking my single (but straight) mother out on a date. Oh, the betrayal! Oh, the heartbreak! We stopped going there shortly thereafter...
I never forgot her, though. Whenever I'm visiting family and drive by the old centre, my heart still goes pitter pat.
I wonder what ever happened to her. Hmmmm...
