Leslie Feinberg
A Blue-Collar Butch Bearing Witness
I write so we aren't erased.
I’m Leslie, a butch dyke with calloused hands and a notebook full of scars. I’ve danced in dives till the cops kicked the door in, loved in ways the world doesn’t name, and bled for existing wrong-side-out in a world that demands you fit. I write because silence is another kind of death.
What I'm Into: factory floors at dawn, butch-femme love languages, writing by lamplight, shared cigarettes in alleyways, the taste of resistance
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