Quotes About Butch

Go home, Butch. I'm not going to do anything stupid. [Vishous to Butch] Stupider, you mean. Semantics are for shit.

She blushed. I love it when women blush, especially those big butch girls who know you want them. And I wanted her. I did. I wanted her. But she was a difficult woman, wouldn't let me give her a backrub, read her palm, or sew up the tear in her jeans—all those ritual techniques Southern femmes have employed in the seduction of innocent butch girls.

This is illegal. If you don't let me out, you'll be arrested. I swear you will. You'll go to prison and be forced to have intimate relations with a man named Butch. Let. Me. Out.

Leo: Rainbows. Very macho. Annabeth: Butch is our best equestrian, he gets along great with the pegasi. Leo: Rainbows, ponies... Butch: I'm gonna toss you off this chariot.

Leo choked. Your mom is a rainbow goddess? Got a problem with that? Butch said. No, no, Leo said. Rainbows, very macho. Butch is our best equestrian, Annabeth said. He gets along great with the pegasi. Rainbows, ponies, Leo muttered. I'm gonna toss you off this chariot, Butch warned.

Leo: Rainbows. Very macho. Annabeth: Butch is our best equestrian, he gets along great with the pegasi. Leo: Rainbows, ponies... Butch: I'm gonna toss you off this chariot.

As she began to speak she stood and started to wrap herself, expertly, creating a binding in minutes that held without a wrinkle until the show ended. Peggy made a connection between binding her breasts and wrapping her hands in boxing wraps; this was what one did before battle, to protect one's self (and it is the Self, absolutely, that binding protects for many butches).

Bob Fosse, even though he wasn't gay. He was certainly queer and had a huge effect on the 'Hedwig' film, as did Hal Ashby and Robert Altman, who had a weird butch queer feeling about him. His films almost flirted with camp but in an extremely realistic acting way.

Mmmm,' hummed Mum. 'What's it called?' 'Butch,' Dad told her. 'Butch!' Mum repeated. 'It doesn't sound like a small, docile, house-trained dog to me

I wasn't cute or passive enough to be femme, and I wasn't mean or tough enough to be butch. I was given a wide berth. Non-conventional people can be dangerous, even in the gay community.

I'm the tomboy so I got to be a little butch.

For people who might struggle to survive at basic levels, it may be more fulfilling to claim an identity like butch, which does not necessarily require engagement with institutions like medicine or academia, which have historically sought to kill, pathologize, or ignore people of color and poor people (and queers). Most transgender scholarship leaves little room for groups of people or ways of being that do not fit a narrow definition of what is scholarly enough or trans-gressive enough.

Around 2001, I started analyzing lesbians. I started to realize that even really butch-acting or -dressing women still had a strong female identity that I never had.

George Murphy tagged that name 'Butch' on me years ago. We were all at a party and he went around tagging names on people that didn't fit them.

To be a butch girl in high school, to be better at masculinity than all the men around you, and then to be punished for it!

This is illegal. If you don't let me out, you'll be arrested. I swear you will. You'll go to prison and be forced to have intimate relations with a man named Butch. Let. Me. Out.

They don't fit you? V asked his roommate. Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People. Butch held his heavy arms out and turned in a circle, his bare chest catching the light. I mean, come on. They're for fighting, not fashion. So are kilts, but you don't see me rocking the tartan. And thank God for that. You're too bowlegged to pull that shit off. Butch assumed a bored expression. You can bite me.

And second, I don't think there's much of a market for your particular brand of psychology. So not true. Butch, you and I just beat the crap out of each other. You started it. And actually, it would be perfect for Spike TV. UFC meets Oprah. God, I'm brilliant. Keep telling yourself that. -Butch and V

Brace yourself , Effie. Jesus Ch- A grunt cut off the swearing. Wrath poked his head out of the window and whispered , You're supposed to be a good Catholic. Isn't that blasphemy ? Butch's tone was like someone had pissed out a fire on his bed. You just threw half a car at me with nothing but a quote from Mrs. fucking Doubtfire.

Vishous's chest expanded. . . and his diamond stare slowly swung to Butch. There was a heartbeat of intensity. Then V reached out and repositioned the cross so it once again hung over Butch's heart. You did well, cop. Congratulations, true?

Giving in to a shrill instinct, she ran around the side of the building. Butch was marching toward his car as if he were carrying an unstable load, and she rushed to catch up with them. "Wait. I need to ask him a question." "You want to know his shoe size or something?" Butch snapped. "Fourteen," Wrath drawled. "I'll remember that at Christmas, asshole.

After a moment the king said, So be it. Zsadist cursed. Butch whistled low. Rhage bit into a Tootsie Pop.

You know you were with the lessers, true? Butch lifted one of his busted-up hands. And here I thought I'd been to Elizabeth Arden.

F*ck that - why is your GPS in your kitchen Because that's where I was when I took it out of my phone What the hell, V. Butch tightened his grip on his cell and wished there were an app that let you reach through a phone and b#tch slap someone. ~Butch and Vishous, Lover Unleashed.