For a couple of days now, I have been in a series of heated debates regarding the question of whether Butches would ever be strippers. (Answer: Not just no, but HELL NO).
In response to my statement that the probability of a Butch stripping would be approximately a snowball’s chance in Hell, I received a flippant, snarky reply from the individual asserting with confidence that “sure, Butches strip all the time”, with what appeared to be a vintage pic of a short-haired stripper (presumably to “prove” that Butches do strip).
Problem is: The woman in the pic she sent was most certainly NOT Butch, and most likely, she’s not even ANY sort of Lesbian either. This tweeter, along with a plethora of others, incorrectly assume that if any woman cuts her hair short and dons a suit (or any other so-called “male attire”) and simply makes the claim she is Butch, she is magically (POOF!) suddenly Butch.
But it doesn’t work that way. Not even close. Butches are born, not made. Butch is NOT a performance, a costume, a political stance, or an act, and it is majorly offensive when people appropriate and misrepresent Lesbian lives.
A true Butch would NEVER strip. She would literally die first, and that is NOT an exaggeration.
What gives me the right to make such a broad claim, you ask? Because I am a Femme Lesbian. Because I am married to a Butch, and have known other Butches. Because I have been in the Lesbian community for many, many years now, and have seen so many dykes & Straightbians call themselves Butch when they clearly weren’t. Because I happen to have a lot more knowledge about this topic that most people.
(Yes, I said it, I mean it, and I don’t care if you mistakenly think that is arrogant, because, yes, I do, in fact, know more about this topic than most people).
Anyway, I won’t bore you with giving you a play-by-play of every argumentative hetsplaining tweet or every Straightbian arguing with Lesbians about OUR OWN LIVES. It would take a dissertation to just explain the last couple of days.
But let’s examine one striking example of the sort of ignorance and attitude real Lesbians have to put up with:
Let’s examine this snippet. Seemingly out-of-the-blue, a relatively new “
feminist” account with 14 followers at the time and a handful of tweets crawls out of some hole to randomly bust my chops?
Hmmmm…it seems likely that this is a familiar troll in a new disguise, but regardless of this person’s true identity, automatically jumping to a racial connotation when race was not even mentioned is an incredibly transparent attempt to derail the actual point (“Butches don’t strip…period.”) by implying I am somehow inexplicably being racist by talking about a Lesbian issue.
Obviously, that idiotic crap doesn’t work with me. “Stick to the topic or shut up” is my motto.
(And, no, there are not any Butches of any race stripping for a living, now or ever).
Moving on to the next ridiculous assertion from our wannabe know-it-all:
Okay, so calling me a racist didn’t work, so what does this buffoon do now? Hmmm…Oh, I know, let’s bring RAPE into it! THAT always derails the discussion!
This “rape culture” statement is completely off-topic and makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, so, again, this is an obvious attempt to discredit what we are saying by twisting what we are actually saying to try to make it mean something completely unrecognizable.
If you have no coherent argument and/or simply don’t understand the topic, these people think it’s time to bring up any of the following to try to derail the conversation:
- Rape or Rape Culture
- The Patriarchy
- The “Trans Cult”
- Any other “ism”
- Violence Against Women
- Men (of any variety) systematically “coercing” Lesbians into having sex with them (Not happening)
Well, those tactics may work with some people, but they are certainly not going to work with me or Dirt.
Again, the topic at hand was simple: Butch Lesbians and stripping. This topic has nothing to do with racism, rape, etc. etc. etc. Obviously.
Back to the point: Do Butches strip?
And the final answer is: Butch Lesbians would never strip, regardless of race, age, audience, era, or circumstance. The end.