Now TorontoI used to flip when called sir, but now I like muddying the sex spectrum
By SUSAN G.COLE
Nowadays I'm finding that I just smile back. Except for those times when I'm hassled on my way into the women's bathroom, I don't even correct the offender.
Does this mean I've lost my feminist edge? I know I still believe that women have the right to female-only spaces and I'm still super-proud of my dykedom and my lesbian motherhood. But at the same time, I'm warming to the idea of my gender fluidity.
It's not an entirely new thing. I've rejected the butch label for years, even though people make all kinds of yawn-inducing assumptions about where I fit on the butch-femme spectrum.
