I KNOW, I KNOW, this sounds like a complete contradiction in terms. Unfortunately, in the era of Tila Tequila and Jenna Jameson (Tila should be honored I put her in the same category as this brilliant–though morally questionable–business woman), we tend to think of Bi women as just overly slutty femmes. Fair? Certainly not. We here at the NB combed through the archives to prove that Bi women have been butch for a long time. The case could probably be made that those from yesteryear had no choice but to sleep with men, it was practically a career requirement, but we must remember it is possible for one, even a butch, to swing both ways. And while the bi/butch relations have been contentious at times, let’s bury the hatchet and tip our hats to the Bi women who did butch very, very well. Here are our three favorite Butch Bi women of all time:
Rita Hayworth once confessed that she got the best head ever– not from a man– but from Marlene Dietrich. When Marlene wanted Rita to return the favor, Rita told her, “Mañana.” Tomorrow never came…—Divas The Site
If that’s not a butch story, I don’t know what is…
Louise Brooks described Garbo as a masculine but ‘charming and tender lover.’ –The Girls: Sappho Goes to Hollywood by Diana McLellan
Also, Ms Garbo was often described as an “outdoors girl”–how many of us have held that same title?
Madonna came out as “bisexual” in her 1991 interview with The Advocate. I don’t think anyone would dispute her butch status. Let’s just say it’s fair to assume that she’s always worn the pants in every relationship…though, thankfully, not these pants.
While no one here at NB is implying that Madonna and Britney had any sort of romantic involvement, the body language in this picture CLEARLY shows that if they were a couple, and we were speculating who the bottom would be: It’s Britney, Bitch. Madge has her open body posture, shoulders back, and the “Who gives a fuck?” head tilt. Britney’s shoulders lean in, implying nervousness/neediness. Also, when in doubt, the Butch is in black.
When in Rome, do as the Romans. When in Paris, make out with women. Check and check. Though, this image makes me slightly uncomfortable. Maybe it’s because the back-up dancer looks like a child, maybe it’s because the Material Mom is drinking straight from the champagne bottle, or maybe it’s just that I never got used to the idea of Madonna playing guitar.