“I guess I knew the tricks that all boys knew.”
I have recently started, semi-intentionally, to refer to my childhood using the term boy – “when i was a boy…” “i was such a little boy.” I always used to say “kid,” but boy feels much more accurate and descriptive to me; i can’t help but think that when i say “kid” people imagine me, but smaller. “Boy” surely brings up more accurate images of shorts and G.I. Joe’s and such.
But i wasn’t just a little boy – i was a big boy too. The description probably didn’t actually become inaccurate until sometime in the midst of college. So why is it that i never consider(ed) myself butch? Butch is – super simply – masculinity on a female, which was true. But, to me, butch is an adult description: man, woman, butch, femme. And my masculinity was never an adult masculinity, it was always of a childish sort, even though it stuck around into what might have been my adulthood. At least, that’s my take.
“When I Was a Boy” – Dar Williams