this is the BEST blog on Stone Butch existence and sexuality that I have read to date. Could not have written this better myself…BRAVO!
We say “stone” as if it was clear. As if it was obvious, immediately legible. As if you could read our nuances embedded in that one word, instantly. As if we all mean exactly the same thing. Most of the time, we don’t say it at all. But when we do, when we sit down with a lover and name ourselves as stone (usually a bit nervously), we often say that one word as if it could hold all the parts of us not seen. Almost as if it was magic. We don’t want to talk about it, pay attention to it, turn anyone’s gaze toward it, so we cross our fingers and hope we can boil it down to that one word, and that will be enough.
This post (and this whole blog series) attempts to talk about it. Which means it is already treading in uncomfortable places, and…
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