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                                                                          27. AMERICA'S FEMALE BUTCH HETEROS  (April 2003)

          When I've come back from overseas (but especially from Thailand, the land of ubergirls) - shock (with no awe) is what's hit me, shock at the wreckage of American femininity. In the L.A. airport, one trip back but last, I stood in a ticket line behind a dumpy, obese, short-haired, makeup-less, flannel-shirted "butch" who was with two others, a man and a woman. Yet she wasn't necessarily lesbian. I didn't find anything particularly "gay" about her speech, or her behavior with the others. Lord knows I've seen plenty of Amerwomen looking just like her with kids and men in tow. America is full of them now. Apparently American women more and more feel no responsibility to offer their men anything feminine. Whether it's the mannish double-chinned faces, the burger-bulging bellies, the incredibly unflattering hair (dyed a blond about as natural as a blond penguin), the pants, or worse the sweatpants, the parkas or sweatshirts or windbreakers - and then these incredible new Amerifem voices: loud, harsh, cocksure (pun intended), raucous, even filthy - it's a wonder any American man can still get it up. It's a wonder the American divorce rate isn't 90% instead of 50%.
          Let me quickly add one scoop of P.C. to my semi-misogynistic (though not misologistic, though definitely misoneistic) sundae. There's nothing wrong with being a lesbian "butch". Butch is fine - if you're gay. That's your choice, and god bless you for it. If Mary, an appealing "fem", wants her bones jumped by Marissa, a hardcore lesbian butch, I say "Go to it, girls!" What I don't understand is the heterosexual butch, who's still presumably interested in appealing to the opposite sex. Well, I do understand. It's a war in this country, woman vs. man, and unattractiveness is one weapon. And a slaying one it is - of desire, passion, commitment - whatever it is they want to slay.

     

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