butch validation

just wanted to share a fun thing that happened to me that i havent been able to stop thinking about

yesterday i was at work, walking through the hallway past the bathrooms. outside of the men’s room there was a very beautiful woman, dressed to the nines in going out somewhere VERY nice clothes. she stopped me as i was walking by and asked “can you help me?”

of course i obliged. she asked me to fix her purse, because the metal ring holding the strap in place had come off. i was able to fix it pretty easily, handed it back to her, and she thanked me.

a few minutes later i watched her leave with the man she was waiting on outside of the bathroom.

i may be completely making up this narrative in my head, but it feels so much like she saw me as a butch and knew i would be able to comfortably help her, rather than asking the man she was with. does that make sense?

regardless of it is true or not, it made me feel so good i had to sit down for a second to process. just finished reading Butch Is A Noun recently and it felt poignant. i love being butch and helping people (especially a beautiful femme).

just wanted to share. all i want in life is to be a butch that helps people and glad i got to do it, even in a small way :)