[BullDog]

“I’m sorry it’s had to be this hard. But if I hadn’t walked this path, who would I be? At the moment I felt at the center of my life, the dream still braided like sweetgrass in my memory. I remembered Duffy’s challenge. Imagine a world worth living in, a world worth fighting for. I closed my eyes and allowed my hopes to soar. I heard the beatings of wings nearby. I opened my eyes. A young man on a nearby rooftop released his pigeons, like dreams, into the dawn.”

― Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues


I just re-read Stone Butch Blues last week. What a poignant, heart-wrenching novel. I believe it has every feeling a butch has ever had in that book, and a lot of ones that femmes have too. Between that, and Medusa's new site banner (which pulls at my heart every time I come to the site), and this wonderful thread started by Femmadian (thank you!), I am not only basking in the glow of butch appreciation, but also feeling so grateful for the butches who came before me (and also the amazing femmes and trans people). Thank you so much for walking the path.