I am the Original Immediacy Girl. I loved Carrie Fisher for quipping, "Instant gratification takes too long."
While I am capable of sustaining devotion, I tend to move at what others consider "light speed," when and if I am finally moved to go forward. I know nothing of patience. This does not bode well for interacting with anyone but U-Haul Lesbians — and theirs is an entirely different road map.
I am fairly certain
N.B.: No one in this piece is on this site, because they're composite characters (that means fictional *s) . . . um, except my friend R., who is real, but is not on this site. This is an updated version of a previously published piece, and is intended to be humorous.
The andro butch with whom I had a first date on a Saturday night wrote me a few days later: "I want to start off by saying how nice it was to meet you. But after wrestling
I wysh the subject of racism was a fading memory...Hell I wysh a whole slew of ism's would fade away....but alas they can't until we all at least agree they (general "ism" they) exist!!
When a question about racism is asked and I answer it from my me place as a Black Fat Lesbian whose touched by the rancid bullshyt everyday of my lyfe....The last thyng I need is someone who does not live wyth it daily...To belittle my pain/lyfe hystory/reality wyth the aww that's nothyng I been hurt
Updated 04-30-2010 at 12:41 PM by Miz Chris
Sorry to be surreptitious
but oh there are claws and knives abounding
and the knyght of whom I write
needs to fight no more battles
To be honest, I think I came out of my mothers womb screaming BUUUUUTTTCH-CHA-CHA-CHA!
I wasn't just your typical "Tomboy". I look at picture of me from age three and on to 12 and I was a Butch. There are only three picture of me dressed as a girl. One, I am standing with my Brother and we are both dressed for Easter - only I have this scowl on my face (I'm sure it was the dress) then there is one when I was 5 posing in the front yard with a dress and a hanky and lastly