When I Grow Up I Want to Be Butch
When I was twenty, I had one burning desire: I wanted to be butch. I found the butches at my college irresistibly attractive: their slouched jeans, their white t-shirts. There was a je ne sais quoi about their baseball caps, perfectly frayed and cocked to one side. I was newly out, and I was in […]Read more "When I Grow Up I Want to Be Butch"