Queer as a Two Dollar Bill, by Terry Dart

How queer am I? Butch and Fem are ancient concepts, just not dealt only with except for the Greeks, the ancient ones, well maybe the Frat Boys too, well some anyway.

Now, I had always thought of myself as Butch, because of being athletic and competitive. And I have a high opinion of many Butch men. So what was I? Proudly Butch. But somewhere along the way I became a clothes horse. I probably caught that from Mom, who was also a tomboy in her youth and who also gave me her sense of color and who has been a model, locally in Minot, N Dak, for J. C. Penney. I no longer have her figure, but then neither has she.

Now back to the How Queerness of Queer.

For Lesbis and Bi Lesbis

For Fems and Butches (not Bitches)

Are you Fem because you wear makeup and dress in matching colors, and wear high heels once in awhile? (Turns me on!)

What if a Lesbian is a Fem who likes other Fems? Should we call her a Fem-Fem?

Is a Butch Butch woman a super Lesbian?

And what about a woman who wears a see-through blouse with no modesty packs, who drops it all and steps menacingly into grimy pair of overalls and steel-toed combat boots to crawl underneath a VW Bus?

What about the girl who we might call a Slide-Bi-Butch, who hangs out at baseball fields, spikes tread and over the shoulders, and keeps an eagle eye on batting practice to scout out the Butch Catcher who swings both ways in order to slide into her at home.

Here we have a menagerie of soft and muscular Lesbians. God bless us all, every one.

© 14 March 2016 

About the Author 

I am an artist and writer after having spent the greater part of my career serving variously as a child care counselor, a special needs teacher, a mental health worker with teens and young adults, and a home health care giver for elderly and Alzheimer patients. Now that I am in my senior years I have returned to writing and art, which I have enjoyed throughout my life.