You said what now?:(
Okay, I admit it. I look what most
people would stereotypically say is butch. I have short hair. I
mean I have very short hair. I don't have enough hair to grab a hold
of. There are reasons for this. I used to have very long hair, but
when I went to college for Human Services Counsellor and actively
started working in the field I shaved off my hair. I didn't want to
have anything someone could grab a hold of, nor did I want to have my
hair dangling and intermingling with other peoples while I was at
work. After that I got pregnant and ill with MS. The last thing I
want to do is waste one of my spoons mucking around with my hair. I
also save a pile of money a month by cutting my own hair. I'm a
single Mom, I'm frugal. I study martial arts and although I know how
to get out of a hair pull, it's a lot easier to train with out a mass
of hair falling in my face. It also helps to keep me cool. The
biggest reason I have shortly cropped hair is .... I like it.
If that were the only defining
thing that makes me butch I wouldn't be. The fact that I can NOT
find a pair of pants in the w omen’s section to fit me also adds to
the stereotypical butchiness. I also have extremely broad shoulders
and w omen’s shirts don't accommodate for this very well either. I
also really like pin stripes. So I'm butch. Big deal. I stick out
like a sore thumb and I look like a walking stereotype big deal. If
you have a problem with it, then I suggest you deal with your own
issues.
The reason I bring this up is because
after doing a comparison on Okcupid! I received a few messages later
on during the day. The first one I have a date to meet on Saturday
and am uber enthused to meet. Where the hell we are going and what
we are doing hasn't been negotiated yet, but there does seem to be
potential. The second very long winded message I got, I am
definitely NOT going to meet NOR respond to. In fact, I'm still
twitching and had to send a copy of the message to a few very close
friends with the warning, “you may wish to put down your coffee
while reading this.” Yup it was that bad. I have a magnet in my
back pocket, which almost makes me want to give up the quest of
seeking a soul mate and become a monk (can girls do this???)
The message starts as follows:
“You're so snuggably butch
that I want to grow a uterus and have your baby, lol!”
I had to read the first sentence 4 times (it was past 1am and my
brain was in low gear. Okay If I have a uterus and you don't, how
how would you get pregnant by me? How does one grow a uterus? I'm
caught up on small things like logistics instead of being dumbfounded
that this person has just offered to have children with me in the
FIRST sentence without even meeting me. There is a significant lack
of parts on my behalf to impregnate her. Nor do I want the parts
besides the obvious envy of the convenience of standing and peeing. I
am butch, I am not trans. Obviously she is Trans, but I find it
highly insulting that she would refer to me as her hubby (as she
later puts. Yup Wants to have a baby with me AND marry me. Be still
my beating heart.) People may mistake me for a guy sometime when I'm
in the woman’s washroom or change room. This I can understand.
But why for the love of all things holy would I want to be “hubby”.
There is nothing in my profile to remotely allude to this. I'm a
GIRL with GIRL PARTS that I'm very fond of. My trans friends shake
their head in dismay that this person is giving them a bad name. If
it is your desire to be the perfect 1950's house wife as you
so put, I'm glad you have aspirations, but I'm just not that fond of
jello molds. Your offer of “ Just consider it a cow teat to milk
some baby juice from; a turkey baster could do the rest”
I think I'll pass on and in fact I'm tossing out my poor baster after
I burn it.
My kingdom for a normal person!
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