Tue, 5 June 2012
- I buried Barbie doll heads in the backyard. She stopped buying me dolls when I was about 4 or 5 years old. My best friend Jason’s toys were much more fun…I used to bribe him to let me play with his cars and marbles and lego and and and…
- I only wore panties to school, NEVER anywhere else. The only reason why was because I had to wear a dress to school and couldn’t get away with not wearing them. - My father’s old discarded Lee jeans were my favourite “comfy fit” pants and I wore them to death.
- I often overheard my mother’s friends saying- preceded by a sigh – “Ag, don’t worry, she’ll grow out of it.” I only later realized what they were referring to – after all this tomboy did grow up to be a butch dyke.
- In 1992 I thought kd lang was the best dressed dyke in the world (Hey, Martina’s tennis skirts weren’t doing it for me. FYI ol’ kd and Martina ended up dating in the mid nineties, they were like Ellen and Portia LOL).
I think you might know how old I am now.
Leave a reply below with your baby-dyke confessions and the things that drove your mother up the pole (or not), I’d love to hear them.
About this Mambagirl
I am living BUTCH as a lesbian in Cape Town, South Africa. I want to foster a positive image about a lifestyle so often portrayed negatively. Consider it close encounters of the butch kind. If you have anything you’d like to share please email me at thebutchlife(at)gmail(dot)com because I’d like this blog to be a platform for what seems to be a voiceless community in our neck of the woods: thebutchlife.wordpress.com