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Today I realized it's been over a year since I started this blog.  It began as a random project to let me opine about butch fashion, gender expression, etc.  Since then, BW has grown to over 1000 unique readers daily (40,000-50,000 monthly!) and been voted About.com's Best Lesbian Blog of the Year. You've commented over 1000 times to my over 150 posts.  Wow, dear readers.

I didn't expect to enjoy writing BW this much.  Yeah, I love writing.  And yeah, I care about these issues.  But I wasn't expecting to receive hundreds of emails saying that a blog entry made you think, or made you laugh, or helped you get through your day in some small way.  Thank you so much for reading.  It means a whole lot to this butch.

I hope this year will be even better.  I want to keep writing stuff you enjoy and find relevant, keep giving you solid fashion advice, and keep starting different dialogues about gender and sexual orientation.  I want to finally flesh out the Butch Store, have more guest posts, and make occasional video or audio postings.  Maybe we'll grow, maybe not.  Maybe I'll finally break even on this thing (ha!), maybe not.  But regardless, we're all going to have a really freakin' good time and keep building this community of readers, butches and non-butches alike.

Whether you're a new reader or a longtime one: thank you for making this year awesome.

Love, hugs, and fistbumps,
Butch Wonders

P.S. Some of you have written asking if I've covered particular topics.  This weekend, I'll make an index that should be easier to navigate than the usual post tags, and will help you see what I've written about various things.

P.P.S. Thanks again.  You rock.


 
 
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By Butch Jaxon of Butch on Tap

I was playing Monopoly on my smart phone and it got me thinking… What if there was a butch-themed Monopoly game?  What would the game look like?

Traditionally, Monopoly has 8 sets of colored properties, 2 utilities, and 4 railroads to buy. Hazards include 2 kinds of taxes and, of course, jail. The pieces a player gets to choose from are: battleship, cannon, dog, iron, race car, shoe, thimble, top hat, and wheelbarrow. If I were to butch up Monopoly, it might look something like this:

The properties would be 8 different breweries, with my 3 favorite beers from each. The utilities would be Home Depot and Target (a butch can get everything she needs for daily living at these two stores, minus clothes and food).  The tax squares would be classic butch problem situations resulting in the payment of a Femme Tax.  One would be: “You’ve been caught staring at another woman; buy your femme flowers to try to fix it.” The second:  “You have no idea what your femme is trying to tell you so you have to hire a translator to save your dumb ass.”

Community Chest becomes Femme Chests and includes cards explaining a variety of things you do that are “Butch Fails” and will send you directly Butch Jail – do not pass go, do not collect $200.  But, it’s all right because Butch Jail is staffed by sexy femme prison guards.  Meow.

The pieces would be transformed like this:
Battleship = Polar Bear, because they are big and powerful like a battleship, but not charged with that militaristic, gas-guzzling, establishment, gay-hating aura that the armed forces have.
Dog = Shark.  Remember, sharks are hella butch.
Iron = Toolbox. Obviously.
Race car = This is my favorite piece, so it would stay. Model it after a Shelby Cobra, though.
Shoe = Engineer boot. Very butch.
Top hat = Bow tie. ’nuff said.
Wheelbarrow = Big beer bottle.
Thimble = BBQ grill.

Now, who wants to play?

You can read more from BW guest author Butch Jaxon at butchontap.com.


 
 
In my last post, I showed y'all the teal toenails I'm currently rocking.  I posted on the BW Facebook site, "I'm so butch that I can paint my toenails without threatening my butchness."  I asked readers to complete the sentence, I'm so butch that _______.  Here are some of their responses:
  • I'm so butch that I open the door for gay men.
  • I'm so butch that jumping 10 feet in the air after seeing a mouse and screaming like a girly girl then cursing like a sailor doesn't bother me at all. Still butch!
  • I'm so butch that when someone calls me "sir," I enjoy making eye contact and embarrassing them on the spot!
  • I'm so butch that when I go the doctor, they don't ask me I've ever been pregnant or if I'm pregnant now.
  • I'm so butch that when I was 15 I wished my gorgeous 40-year-old neighbor would leave her husband and be with me instead.
  • I'm so butch that I'm confident enough to get a mani/pedi every couple of months.
  • I'm so butch that even my mom shops for me in the men's department!
  • I'm so butch I can wear a Giorgio Armani suit better than a man.
  • I'm so butch that I let my girlfriend kill the spiders while I run shrieking. Still butch.
  • I'm so butch that I do not have to paint my toenails.
  • I'm so butch that I fail to understand the tendency for butches to cry or coo at cute kitties and puppies.
  • I'm so butch that I would rather use a shovel and muscle instead of a rototiller!
  • I'm so butch that my fruit flies have banished me from wearing dresses and growing out my hair because I look like a straight guy trying to be a drag queen. 
  • I'm so butch that I can cry when I feel the need.
  • I'm so butch that I like the men's room one and I say "thank you" when people call me sir.
  • I'm so butch that Leslie Feinberg asks me where I buy my clothes!
  • I'm so butch that I might curl my eyelashes and flash 'em at the girls, but when wearing an A-shirt I still get called "buddy" by strangers. That's just how I choose to rock it.
  • I'm so butch I sent my daughter to my sister's house to learn how to apply makeup.
  • I'm so butch that I go shopping with my straight male friend and hold his stuff and sit on benches while I count the minutes until it's time to go home. The salespeople think we are a gay male couple
  • I'm so butch that I wear boxers and tank tops.
  • I'm so butch that I would punch someone in the nose if they asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
  • I'm so butch that I can sneak into a mens restroom without so much as a glance.
  • I'm so butch that almost every time I get into a women's bathroom line, men start lining up behind me like, yup this must be the line if he's in it!
  • I'm so butch that I still open the doors for the ladies wherever I may be--you don't see many males doing that any more.
  • I'm so butch that my fiancee laughs when I run out of boxer briefs and have to resort to wearing women's undies!
  • I'm so butch that I can rock pink and yellow better than some femmes!
  • I'm so butch that I can say I love decorating.
  • I'm so butch that my daughter buys me dress shirts and ties.
  • I'm so butch that I was walking the walk before I even knew how to talk the talk.
I love seeing how different readers define butch.  How would YOU finish the sentence, I'm so butch that ____?



 
 
I just wanted to take a second to point you toward some blog entries I've enjoyed from other bloggers in the past month or so:
  • Kyle from Butchtastic talks about the new TSA guidelines for transgender travelers.  (Some of this stuff applies to genderqueer travelers, too.)  I'm guessing that some trans men, particularly those in the early stages of transition, might flinch at being patted down by a person of the gender they choose to "present."  What does this mean, exactly?  Check out Kyle's reflections here.
  • Maddox of Neutrois Nonsense writes about what it's like having been on a low dose of testosterone for three months.  I always enjoy Maddox's writing, and this is particularly interesting.
  • Chris, author of The Feral Librarian, writes this candid post about the transgressive nature of wearing a men's suit, reflecting on the (semi-)comfort she's afforded by her own position of privilege and wondering whether her coworkers ever wish that she'd "tone down" the butchness.
  • A Butch in the Kitchen offers up a delectable-looking recipe for making Nutella-filled sugar cookies.  Then she has to go and taunt us by telling us how good they tasted with coffee.  *Drool.*
  • G from Can I Help You Sir opines about the plight of young gay Mormons, asking: do they truly understand the life they're choosing?  
  • Bren, one of the authors of Buzz Cuts and Bustiers, writes an interesting post about her own reflections on her gender identity: what "butch" means to her, the apparent contradictions in how she identifies in different situations, and Allen Ginsberg's "Howl."
I hope you enjoy these as much as I did.  All six are great blogs to follow!

 
 
Here's a tough question I got from a reader the other day.  I'll do my best to answer it, but I bet it'd be even more useful if others weighed in, too.

Dear BW,

Can you do a post about how you know you're female even if you're gender non-conforming at some point in the future? I feel like an alien in a Halloween costume when wearing women's clothes, even if they're not overly feminine. I don't feel like a dude, but I don't feel like a woman either, as far as I can tell, but if you aren't into being girly, how do you know if you're a woman? My best friends are straight and I don't know how to talk to them about how they know they're women. I wear all men's clothes, and I really like getting called sir, but I think that's only because I get called miss maybe 70% of the time, and sir 30% of the time, and I like knowing I'm ambiguous.

Thanks!
C


Dear C,

First: good for you to have the courage to ask these kinds of hard questions about yourself!  That's awesome.  Second: I'll give you the best answer I can, but I can only speak from my own experience; you should definitely talk to as many people as you can.

I had a conversation with my buddy C about something similar yesterday.  We were talking about gendered pronouns (we both use female pronouns, but are often called "sir" and don't mind it), and I mentioned that if I was a kid today (I'm in my 30s), growing up in a progressive area of the country (which I didn't), I wondered if I'd have identified as trans.  Why?  Because I totally didn't fit in with the other girls.  I didn't outgrow the "tomboy" thing--in fact, it became more pronounced as I got older.  I wished desperately that I could wear a tux to prom instead of a dress (ugh).  I can remember once in third grade, actually praying that God would come and turn me into a boy.  I felt much more at home with boys than girls.  Girls seemed foreign and hard to understand.  Boys made sense, and played cool sports.  (Mind you, I didn't feel like I was a boy, which many trans men report having felt.)

For me, identifying a boy would have solved this particular conflict.  But at the same time, I didn't feel uncomfortable in my own body (unless it was wearing women's clothes!  I was like you, in that I preferred men's clothes even to non-girly women's clothes).  It wasn't my body that was the problem--it was the culture around me (and the gender-based expectations and assumptions that culture contained) that were the problem.  I thought my breasts were kind of inconvenient, but I never felt like they weren't "mine."  As far as I can tell, this is a big difference between butches and trans men.  (You might be interested in this post about why female-identified butches are different from trans men.)  It wasn't until I started to meet butches and masculine women that I realized, "Oh!  That's what I am!" 

Some days it would be nice not to get stared at in public, which I wouldn't if I was a man in the same haircut and clothing.  But I don't feel like I "am" a man.  I don't want to use the guys' bathroom.  I like getting called "sir," as long as it doesn't happen all the time.  It reminds me I'm different.  Being a masculine woman just feels right to me.  I don't feel alienated from my lady bits--especially not when they're under a shirt and tie.  But put women's clothes on me and I'm suddenly an alien in my body.  This tells me that it's clothes and culture that are the problem, not my gender identity.  For my trans male friends, they didn't feel comfortable in their bodies no matter who they were with or what they were wearing.  Even if they were alone in the shower, they felt as if they were in the wrong body.  They hated being called "she" or ma'am.  (I'm not saying this is the experience of all trans men, just of the ones with whom I've talked about this.)

Until I was in my late 20s, all my best female friends were straight, and often fairly girly.  Even when I was married to a man (that's a whole other story--here's a link to part 1 of that five-part story if you feel like reading it), I didn't feel like I fit in with the straight women.  Now that I'm an out, proud, lesbian masculine butch woman, I feel like my straight female friends know I'm different from them, and respect it.  I don't think they see me as less of a woman, just as a totally different kind of woman.  And they often treat me more like a gay male buddy than like "one of the gals."  This took some getting used to, but I actually like it now.  The key point?  Just because you don't conform to society's ideas (or straight people's ideas) of what "being a woman" means, doesn't mean you aren't a woman! 

I should also point out that a lot of people don't identify as male or female.  Some identify as neither.  Others identify as both.  Some women get top surgery, because although they identify as women, they don't like having breasts.  Some trans men keep their breasts, because they like them or their partner likes them or they can't afford surgery.  There are all kinds of possible gender identifications and expressions.  Although boxes like "male," "female," "butch," "trans man," "genderqueer," and so on work for lots of people, that doesn't mean they have to work for you.  You can also pick more than one.  You can also change whenever you want.  There are no rules about gender, only patterns.  You don't have to follow one that's already been laid out.

I'm glad God didn't answer my third-grade prayer to be transformed into a boy.  I love being a butch woman.  There are hard things about it, yes, but overall, it just works for me.  Keep questioning, experimenting, and looking for answers about your own identity, and I bet it'll become clear what works for you, too.

Best,
BW

 
 
A little over a week ago, I received the following question from a reader.  It's a hard one, and one I've heard before, so I thought I'd better tackle it:

Dear BW:  I am only attracted to femmes, but my girlfriend has become more and more butch.  At this point she's almost as butch as me.  I love her but I don't find her attractive when she looks so butch.  What do I do? - MM.

Dear MM: this is a tough one.  When we start dating someone, they're one way.  Two years later, they're another.  Of course, this is natural: people grow, change, evolve, etc.  (As my mom says, "We are all in a state of becoming.")  But what do you do when you don't like the changes?

In a way, your question is a version of the question, "What should I do if my girlfriend tells me she's trans?"  I posted an answer to that back in January, and you might want to check it out

Obviously, I can't give you a definitive answer.  But here are some important factors to consider:

  1. Have you talked with her about this?  Does she have the sense that she's changing?  Is it because she wants to be more comfortable in her own skin?  Because she sees herself differently?  Or because her gender expression is fluid and right now she's in a butchier phase?  Or just because high heels give her blisters and skirts are too chilly?
  2. What is it about her "butchness" that you find unattractive?  How she acts?  How she dresses?  Her compulsive need to fix things?  Once you figure this out, you'll be able to better identify what it is that isn't working for you (and in turn, what to do about it).  
  3. Relatedly: Maybe it's about you.  Maybe you feel threatened when your girl opens a door for you.  Or maybe you have preconceived notions about butches and are afraid she's going to act a certain way.  Or maybe you're just not aesthetically attracted to women who dress in men's clothing. None of these things are inherently wrong or bad, but understanding them will help you see whether your relationship dynamic can change for the better.
  4. I strongly urge you not to pressure her into becoming more feminine.  While I think it's important to be honest about how you're feeling, I also think it's important that you don't say things like, "If you keep dressing butch, I'm going to leave you."  For one, it's mean and can stunt her growth as a person.  For another, if she "fakes" being more feminine than she feels, the change won't last.
  5. You can love someone but not want to be in a relationship with her.  I'm all for "accepting people as they are," but your partner should be someone with whom you'd like to have sex occasionally.  If you don't find her attractive, this is a problem.  You are not obligated to stay with someone just because you're already in a relationship with her.  I feel like lesbians tend to err on the side of staying in problematic relationships too long, maybe because we're too worried about the other person's feelings.  (Yeah, I know--gross generalization.)  And keep in mind, too, that she deserves to be in a relationship with someone who finds her attractive and loves her as-is.  If you can't be that person, it's not just you that you're hurting by staying.
  6. Try not to jump to conclusions about what "butch" means for her.  Instead, talk to her and find out.  She may or may not identify as butch, and even if she does, her idea of butchness may differ from yours.  This happens a lot (as I know from personal experience.).  Does "butchness" signify fashion choices?  "Masculine" or "gentlemanly" behavior?  Sexual dominance?  All of these?  None?  Make sure you're on the same page.
  7. If you want to stay in your relationship, consider going to an LGBT-friendly counselor.  (Note: in my opinion, it's neither necessary nor sufficient that the counselor be LGBT-identified herself.)  This is something I should have mentioned in the "My Girlfriend Says She's Trans" post.  Talking to someone who's actually trained to help you think these things through can be tremendously helpful in getting to the root of a problem and figuring out whether the relationship will work.

As I see it, your choices are: (1) to break up or (2) to stay together and accept her as she is, and yourself as you are.  But staying together and trying to change her (or staying together and trying to convince yourself that you're still attracted to her) won't work for the long haul.

Has anyone else faced something like this?  Or been at the other end of it?  What did you do? 

 
 
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While most of you enjoyed Sunday's little prank (mmwah ha ha!), it also elicited a few reactions that surprised and interested me enough that I want to devote a post to discussing them.

A few readers (see comments on 4/1's post, as well as on Facebook) were disheartened by my joke.  They pointed out that by making fun of the idea that I would enjoy wearing a dress, I was implicitly making fun of the idea that any butch would enjoy wearing a dress.  I sincerely hope that most readers didn't take it that way--I didn't mean to suggest that a butch can't wear a dress, or that a "real" butch wouldn't do so. 

In any case, these comments made me consider identity, inclusion, and femininity some more.  A few thoughts:

1. I have no interest in policing identity...  But is this good?

I am not in the business of policing butchness.  I don't care if you wear dangly earrings, high heels, and skirts every day and call yourself butch.  I don't care if you wear men's clothes from head to toe and call yourself femme.  Anyone can "identify" as anything; as I see it, identification is up to the person identifying herself.  Yeah, I might suspect that a woman in a dress doesn't identify as butch, since I'm personally acquainted with few butches who'd voluntarily wear a dress.  But if a person tells me she's butch, then as far as I'm concerned, she's butch.

Of course, if anyone can identify as anything, so at some point, doesn't this become a little absurd?  If my white 80-year-old grandmother wants to identify as a young gay man, should she be "allowed" to? 

As far as I'm concerned, sure.  It would be hard for me to swallow, since I have pre-existing notions and biases about what young gay men look like (and they don't look like her).  I also imagine that my grandmother would face certain barriers to entry in the young gay male community.  Is this fair?  Should she?  Should they have to respect who she says she is "inside?"

Personally, I hope I'd respect her identity.  By "respect," I mean that I hope I'd genuinely see her the way sees herself and wants to be seen by others.  At the same time...

2. It's hard to be sensitive to all incarnations of an identity, especially if it's an identity you claim, and others claiming the identity don't share traits you consider central to it.

It's easier to talk about respecting other people's identities in the abstract, when when we're not talking about our own identities.

Suppose I decided to attend a social group for butches.  Suppose I showed up in jeans and a flannel button-down, but everyone else had long hair and was wearing dresses, high heels, and makeup.  Even if everyone identified as butch, I'd feel left out.  This is because for me (me personally, not in any objective sense), physical appearance is part of butchness.  In the past, I've felt like an outcast for not conforming to traditional notions of femininity.  So if the other women in the group looked like what mainstream society says women are "supposed" to look like, one of my big reasons for seeking butch community wouldn't be satisfied.  If I felt excluded enough, I might even want to start a group tailored to the traits around which I sought community.  (When people do this, they are sometimes accused of creating factions within the LGBTQ community.  Which, maybe they are.  I'm not convinced this is a bad thing in principle, but it can make people feel excluded, which feels crappy and can lead to more tension.)

As I've argued before, I believe a similar dynamic underlies tensions that can exist between female-identified butches and trans men.  Female-identified butches face certain kinds of marginalization for not looking "like women"--for not appearing to conform to the social expectations of the gender with which they identify.  But (many) trans men look "like men" to the wider world, and thus appear to conform to the expectations of the gender with which they identify.  To the extent that female-identified butches seek community based on that type of nonconformity, and/or identify as butch based on it, they may feel like there's something crucial they don't share with trans men.  I'm guessing that this feeling of dissimilarity is the root of much identity "policing" (which doesn't mean I agree with it). 

3. Rejecting traditional trappings of "femininity" and socially-loaded words like "pretty" feels really empowering to many butches.

The part of Sunday's April Fool's post that was the most amusing for me to write was:
I've been doing this whole "gender queer nonconformist" thing for so long that I forgot that it feels awesome to just be pretty.  Wearing a dress means that people see me on the outside and think I look as good as I feel on the inside.  And when it comes down to it, isn't this kind of interactive reality with other people more important than the reality we create in our own brains?

To me, this was funny because it was as if, after spending all this time and energy accepting myself as I am and eschewing mainstream notions of femininity, I was suddenly doing a 180 and talking about how good it felt to conform to society's notions of what "pretty" means. 

I suspect that the reason so many butches were horrified, then amused, at my last post, is because many of us hate dresses and can't imagine changing their minds about wearing them.  Many of us grew up feeling like traditional ideas about "being feminine" were crammed down our throats.  Saying things like, "I'll never wear a dress again" is empowering!

But if wearing a dress is who you are, regardless of your motivations for wearing it, I say go for it.  I don't care.  As you may know, I don't see masculinity and femininity as a "spectrum," such that increases in one entail decreases in the other, and vice versa.  Can you wear a dress and still call yourself butch?  Of course.  But you may encounter surprise and skepticism from others, since so many self-identified butches (myself included) have trouble imagining genuinely wanting to wear a dress, and/or genuinely wanting people to see us as "pretty."  Indeed, part of the reason I identify as butch is that it helps me embrace my lack of desire for these things.

One of my favorite things about writing this blog is that there's so much interesting feedback from readers: positive, negative, and everything in between.  I really appreciate your willingness to leap into the conversation that my "Me in a Dress" post sparked, and I look forward to reading your thoughts about this post as well.


 
 
We hear sometimes that gender is a "spectrum."  One reason to envision it this way is to see that gender is not dichotomous: It cannot be neatly divided into two parts like boys' shoes vs. girls' shoes in a department store.  Most of us are not one or the other; we're somewhere in the middle:
But even though the "spectrum" concept is useful, I've always found it troubling, because it understands masculinity and femininity as opposites.  That means that if I'm deciding where I fall along the spectrum, I can't be more feminine without necessarily being less masculine--and vice versa.  Here's what I mean:

Culturally, we know what most people consider "masculine" or "feminine" (even though most of us probably don't agree with it!).  Fixing my car is masculine.  Painting my nails is feminine.  (Again, I think these characterizations are awful, but I'm talking about culturally dominant notions of femininity and masculinity.)  So if gender is a spectrum, and masculinity and femininity are opposite ends of a continuum, this means that if I paint my nails, I become less masculine.  An act that moves me closer to the right end of the spectrum moves me farther from the left end.  If the "spectrum" view is accurate, masculinity and femininity are a zero-sum game.

But as I've been thinking about it lately, masculinity and femininity are more like a coordinate plane.  (I suspect others have thought of this; I just haven't run into them yet.)  Remember coordinate planes from high school geometry?  Where you graph dots like (-1, 2)?  Here's my version:
The idea is that masculinity and femininity can be high or low, but are independent of one another.  If you paint your nails, you become more feminine, but this does not necessarily make you less masculine.

For many of us in the queer/boi/stud/dyke/trans/butch/genderqueer realm, such a conceptualization might be more comfortable and accurate.  Mentally, it disentangles the two ideas a bit.  Imagine a hot femme changing her own oil--she's performing a culturally "masculine" activity, but is she any less feminine?  I'd argue the answer is no, just as I'd argue that a butch cooing at a baby might be more "feminine" in that moment than she was a moment earlier, but that she is no less masculine for it.

What do you think about this?  Does it fit with how you think about gender?

 
 
Here's the third installment of A Field Guide to Butches.  Remember: while some butch species are elusive, with patience and determination you can seek out and find them all.
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The Rocker Butch
Example: Chris Pureka
Pros: Romantic.  Not clingy.  Will write you a song for Valentine's Day.
Cons: Lots of time on the road.
Looks especially good: With her hands on her favorite instrument.
Care instructions: Rocker butches tend to be nocturnal, so you'll need to adjust your schedule accordingly.  Wash her sweatshirts regularly; she may not do this on her own.  When she's on tour, email her some Yelp links to vegetarian restaurants in the podunk town she's playing in to let her know you're thinking of her.  Oh--and unless you're on tour with her, make sure her roadie's not too cute.

The Granola Butch (not pictured)
Commonly found: At womyn's music concerts, Burning Man, miscellaneous small towns in rural western Oregon and rural western Massachusetts.
Pros: Amazing vegan baker, great listener, might have a trust fund.
Cons: Liable to change her name to "Melodious Crystal Windchime" or "Earthchild Womyn Rainbowrock." 
Looks especially good: At dusk, around the campfire.
Care instructions: It may be necessary to press certain realities upon her--e.g., Tom's of Maine doesn't actually work; white people look stupid in dreds.  And since she's going to insist on playing acoustic guitar anyway, it's probably worth it to invest in some lessons for her. 
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The Activist Butch
Example: Rea Carey
Pros: Righteous passion is hot.
Cons: A political defeat can make for a sullen couple of weeks.
Looks especially good: In front of a microphone, speaking to a crowd. 
Care instructions: If she's like Rea, she'll look stellar in a suit.  But not all activist butches keep professional duds in their closet, so make sure to help her stock her wardrobe for all occasions.  And keep plenty of poster board and markers on hand.

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The Butch Sophisticate (aka The Silver Fox)
Example: Kate Clinton
Pros: Has plenty of practice, knows what she likes.
Cons: Already knowing what she likes can make her stubborn as hell.
Looks especially good: In expensive fabrics; in European cafes; stepping out of a cab.
Care instructions: She's been there and done that, so you'll have to work to keep her interested.  Music tastes may require updating.  She has a lot to teach you, so get ready to learn.

Butch Don Juan (not pictured)
Commonly Found: In your local lesbian bar (even on weeknights).
Pros: If you want to have some no-strings fun, she's your butch.
Cons: Has slept with half the people in the bar; may wear excessive amounts of cologne; somewhat arrogant.
Looks Especially Good: After you've had a few drinks.
Care Instructions: Not suitable for long-term use, the Butch Don Juan will woo you for a few days, then drop you abruptly for the next shiny new femme who struts into town.  That said, it may be a great few days.  The trick is spotting this butch early, so you don't get duped into thinking she's going to stick around.
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The Slick Butch
Example: SHukura (budding actor, pictured left)
Pros: Can say "Hey baby" without it sounding cheesy or ironic.
Cons: Knows how good she looks.
Looks Especially Good: In leather; in gold.
Care Instructions: Not to be confused with the Butch Don Juan, although the two species are closely related.  The Slick Butch can be distinguished by the fact that instead of trying to pick you up, she'll hand you her number and leave the club early with a wink and a grin. 

Butch in Uniform (not pictured)
Commonly Found: Police stations; fire departments; the military.
Pros: She's a butch in uniform--what more do you need?
Cons: Gets deployed to do various dangerous things on a regular basis.
Looks Especially Good: In a white T-shirt and her uniform pants and boots.
Care Instructions: Make sure her uniform is neatly pressed.  Don't keep her up too late; she needs to get up in the morning.  At night, her muscles may be sore, a problem you can easily solve by giving them a nice rub-down.
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The Teddy Bear Butch
Example: Julie Goldman
Pros: Amazing cuddler; makes excellent scrambled eggs.
Cons: May not get out of her PJs till noon if she can help it.
Looks Especially Good: In boxers and a T-shirt.
Care Instructions: The Teddy Bear Butch is closely related to the Classic Soft Butch; indeed, the  subspecies sometimes overlap.  If the Teddy Bear Butch has trouble getting out of bed, get an eyedropper full of coffee, place it between her lips, and gently release the coffee into her mouth.  Repeat until her body is vertical.

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Butch Cocktails
Some butches are easily identified as one of the species I've discussed here, but some are a mixture of multiple species.  This can make things confusing, but also fun.  For example, here's one Butch Cocktail recipe:
2 parts Activist Butch +
3 parts Geeky/Intellectual Butch +
a dash of Teddy Bear Butch +
a tiny pinch of Hipster Butch
= Rachel Maddow

What's your butch cocktail of choice?
Or: what butch cocktail are you?

 
 
Here's Part Two of this Extremely Important Field Guide.  Stay tuned for the third installment, which will include Rocker Butch, Granola Butch, and others!
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The Badass Butch
Example: Skyler Cooper
Pros: Can beat your brother in arm wrestling
Cons: May make sure that your brother is aware of this.
Looks especially good: On her motorcycle, and/or in a white tank top.  (The Badass Butch is a close relative of the Biker Butch.)
Care instructions: It may take a while for Badass Butches to open up to you, so be patient (they're a little like Handy Butches in this way).  They know how hot they are, and they're used to getting away with stuff because of it.  Don't assume they can't cook, or that they're stone.  They just may surprise you!

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The Classic Soft Butch
Example: Ellen DeGeneres
Pros: Can take her home to Mom
Cons: May be a little vanilla at times.
Looks especially good: Greeting you at the door in casual clothes, totally clueless about how hot she looks.
Care instructions: She may appear a little boring at first, but there's more to most Classic Soft Butches than meets the eye.  Give her some time and you won't want to let her go.  You'll have to ignore your friends, who may tell you that she's "not really butch."  But you know better.

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The Handy Butch
Example: Jenny Shimizu (well, when she's being a mechanic, not when she's modeling...). 
Pros: Good with her hands. 
Cons: Sometimes a little rough around the edges.  
Looks especially good: Under your hood with a dab of oil on her cheek.
Care instructions: Higher maintenance than you might suspect.  Be kind: under the gruff exterior is a sensitive woman (with, y'know, insecurities and stuff).  She may not want to shower even after a day in the garage, but you can coax her in by offering to scrub her up.

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Coach Butch
Example: Jenny Allard
Pros: Terrific with kids.  Even if she doesn't have any children, she's her nieces' and nephews' favorite aunt.
Cons: May have to be closeted, depending where she works.
Looks especially good: in sunglasses, shouting from the the third base line.
Care instructions: Her obsession with sports may be time consuming, so make sure you have a time-consuming hobby or job of your own.  Remind her to wear sunscreen, and remember not to wash her lucky socks.

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The Dandy Butch & The Dapper Butch
Example of a Dapper: Susan Herr (not pictured), founder of DapperQ.
Example of a Dandy: Bee Listy (pictured), blogger and stitcher extraordinaire.
Pros: Will take you shopping and share her great taste and playful sense of style.
Cons: May take longer than you do to get ready in the morning.
Looks especially good: Out on the town, at Thanksgiving dinner...  Anywhere she goes, she's got a dapper/dandy outfit for it.
Care instructions: Dandy butches seem more likely than other butch varieties to swoon over other butches.  Dapper Butches--maybe, maybe not.  Dapper Butches and Hipster Butches share many commonalities, but Dappers are more earnest and own more bow ties.  Both subspecies frequently use silk handkerchiefs (which match their outfits).

More to come!  While I have your attention, please take a sec to vote Butch Wonders for favorite lesbian blog of the year: http://lesbianlife.about.com/library/bl-rca-lesbian-blog.htm.  You can vote daily, and I hope you will!