Sex is the most intense and chaotic force in our lives. And there's not much we can do about it. The name is Anacaona Rocher, named after the legendary Queen of the Tainos people who inhabited what is now the Republic of Haiti. I'm Butch and proud. And these words define my life. I'm a six-foot-tall, athletic and dark-skinned, openly gay young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I am twenty five years old and recently returned to finish school after a three-year hiatus.
Returning to school after such a long break wasn't easy. I am more focused now, though. I major in business administration at Carleton University. It's a pretty nice school. I like it mainly because lots of Africans, Asians, Hispanics and Arabs are enrolled there. It seems men and women from immigrant families living in Ontario prefer the laid-back, racially diverse atmosphere of Carleton University to that of uptight, elitist schools like the University of Ottawa. Cool.
There are so many complicated issues in the Black lesbian communities of North America. Lesbians got issues. Oh, yeah. Issues like domestic violence in the dating scene, for one. Lesbians can and do get violent with their female partners. It happens all the time. Forget about what you've seen on television programs like The Wire and The L Word. We're not all soft and gentle. What you need to understand is that we're people. Some of us are okay. Some of us are really cool. And many of us are mean as hell.
There are many tribes, categories and types of lesbians. Each tribe, category and type has their own rules. We've got the Butch ones and the Femmes. Everyone knows that. We've also got the Bull Dykes and the Stone Butches. And if you happen to be a Stone Butch like me, then people simply won't leave you alone. It seems that all straight people and queers are fascinated by Butch women. I couldn't care less about their fascination. I am simply myself. No, I don't secretly yearn to be a man. No, I am not a man-hater. I am only me. I wish I could post this somewhere where everyone would read it so they would stop asking me so many damn questions. That would never happen, of course. But a gal can dream, can't she?
People seem to make assumptions about us Butch women every damn day. They assume we're all a bunch of tough chicks, hardcore tomboys who secretly want to be men. While I do shop at men's department stores, it's because I find male clothing more comfortable. It appeals to me for other reasons like durability and flexibility. It's not because I secretly wish I were male. I love having a pussy, thank you very much. There is a big difference between a woman who's secretly a female-to-male transsexual case waiting to happen and a Butch woman. Got it? Cool. Someone should publish a handbook about Butch women someday. It might save us a lot of aggravation when dealing with women and men from the outside world.
