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“I don’t want to be a challenge, either; don’t want to be an alarm system and floodlights and a gate that makes someone want to test his skill and wit against it. I just want to be a big dog in the yard. Next time you come ’round, the dog might be inside. Might be at the vet, might be mama’s li’l puddinâ€� pup and no threat to anyone at all, but might also take a chunk out of your leg, and so better to try elsewhere.”
― S. Bear Bergman, Butch is a Noun

“If I am seen as a butch, or a man, I am now—to some minds—walking with someone who is under my protection and who is in my possession. Whatever critiques of gender and culture apply to that assumption, and they are numerous as the grains of sand, they do not always assert themselves in the walkaday world.”
― S. Bear Bergman, Butch is a Noun

“This is partly my own ego, of course. I want to be visible as tough enough to possess and defend a femme who is entrancing enough to become the object of someone else’s desire, but it is equally a measure of protection for the femme in question. What if the same person sees her walking alone tomorrow?”
― S. Bear Bergman, Butch is a Noun

“I have seen all manner of men and boys melt away when I appear and rest my hand lightly but familiarly on a waist or neck, looking friendly and interested and present and big in my body. It rises up in me unbidden, every time, the knowledge that keeping this femme safe when I am not present may have something to do with the public perception of who might be in the wings to protect her.”
― S. Bear Bergman, Butch is a Noun

“in these moments, my focus narrows to this femme, this street, this time, protecting her as best I can, not walking back and forth in front of the fence and growling, just slowly raising my big head.”
― S. Bear Bergman, Butch is a Noun