Great things come in teeny tiny packages
This was a refreshing, fun, and eye opening read. This story took place well before I was born, but I couldn't help but feel nostalgic at times. The music, the atmosphere, the different mind frames, the clothes, even the au naturel way women groomed themselves back then. We follow Frenchy, a 4'11 leather-clad, diddy bopping, fag smoking, butch, in this tale of self discovery, love, lust, sex, and the ever present homophobia as well as racism. The story took place over almost a decade, and in that time, we saw a lot of growth within Frenchy, and all the side characters as well. Lynch wrote it in a way that showed how different lesbians thought in the 60's. Butch were butch and femmes were femmes. There was no soft butch, androgynous, tomboy, chap/lipstick femme. Kiki was used a couple times, indicating a "flipped woman", someone who appeared fluid between femme and butch. It was also unheard of for two femmes or two butches to be romantically involved. I felt there was some heteronormative behaviour, showing us that it was the butches job to lead, take control, light her cigarette, make love to her and only her and not receive anything back in return. I found the butch way of thinking back then bordered on how heterosexuals viewed a straight relationship where the woman cooked and cleaned and the man made the money and fixed things around the house. We got to see a lot through Frenchy's eyes and she seemed to think that all straight women who were in a relationship with a man were miserable and exhausted. I couldn't blame her, because all the straight women were depicted as just that; miserable and exhausted. At one point, she had to ask herself why women "chose" to be straight. Now, we all know it's not a choice to be straight or gay, but I thought it was interesting to hear a gay say the exact same thing straights have been saying about homosexuals. Frenchy struggled with keeping up appearances, especially around her mother, who still thought her twenty-something daughter who still lived at home was straight, and people she worked with. But when it was time to join the gay masses downtown New York, well, her short stride grew longer, her pompadour oozed a slickness only a dyke could manage, and her walk, "diddy bopping" was strong in its presence. When I first met Frenchy, she was typically a bull-dyke, but over time, experience, and maturity, her demeanor softened and she learned to ease up and not try so hard. I rather enjoyed the moment when Frenchy got her period and needed supplies because she was making a mess in her jeans. I liked that it embarrassed her because she thought it ruined her "butch image", even if she was aware she was still a uterus bearing woman. Having her period unexpectedly, humbled and humiliated her to the point where I think it helped her growth process into a more mature butch. Frenchy met a few different characters throughout the decade, some were okay and some, one in particular, was awful and wrong for Frenchy in all the bad ways. Not wanting to spoil anything, but at one point Frenchy developed an intimate relationship with a woman who repulsed me.
I wouldn't say this was a romance story, but there was love involved and an HEA.