[ID text: My definition of butch involves chivalry. I want to be courageous, gallant, to show the highest respect for a woman. I think of an idealized knighthood, where such characteristics are valued and groomed. I would protect my lover from an enemy, risk physical harm.
I was nine years old the first time I held another girl. It was nighttime around the campfire, and the counselors were telling gruesome stories to freak out the kids. The girl beside me—with hazel eyes and long braided hair—asked if I would hold her because she was scared. I had never imagined such a rewuest. My instinct kicked in immediately. I wrapped my arms around her. I ceased being frightened myself because I could only thin kabout how proud I felt to protect her. It didn’t matter id I was cold, or if the rock that I was sitting on was hard and uncomfortable. Everything, for an instant and for the first time in my life, felt right. I was a little knight beside the campfire.]