It's in the way they swagger into a room, sure of themselves,
that makes me stop mid-sentence
It's in the way they move through space, sure footing,
tilt of the head, maybe a smirk, that makes me look twice
It's in the way they look--strong, bold and fierce,
that makes me swoon
It's in the way they wear their jeans, their suits,
their ties that makes me stutter a step
It's in the way that they posture, rough house and
out butch each other, that makes me giggle
It's in the way that they are rough and sweet,
that makes me smile
It's in the way that they are both gallant...and in
private moments raunchy, sexy and hot, that makes me shudder
It's the Butch Mystique, which I would never pretend
to know, but that I understand and love.

 
Chris