Rite of Passage

Why should the current rite of passage for a young Butch Dyke be taking
Hormones, binding her breasts severely, flattening them to the world but wounding heart and lungs in the process?

Instead of coming into her youthful powerful fiery Amazonism she is trying to erase the Female from her body, the womonness from her mind, killing her female soul?

Being convinced she must have her breasts shorn from her body like so many strands of hair.

We Butches of the 70s and 80s settled for cutting our hair and wearing it short. It would always grow back...we claimed our Female Power, honored it at Festivals, at play parties, at women's houses, in the Mountains, under the Moons ad Stars with our Wild and Lovely Dyke Sisters!!!

Lesbians were dipped in chocolate, skinny dipped in streams and rivers, lakes and oceans, we danced and drummed our Female Power at bonfires in the woods....we Traveled to distant stars and came back..through an orgasm, a song, a chant, a roar, to the beat of the drum ruling our Wild Female Hearts!!!We KNEW OUR POWER, WITH EACH OTHER!!
Sisters who could see inside our WomonSouls to the depths of our Oceanic Female Selves.....