I met Mallory a couple of years ago when she was fairly newly out. She is friends with my godchildren’s moms and they began inviting her to parties and things.

It’s too bad for you all that Mallory neither blogs nor tweets and she keeps her Facebook private, so you can’t be pals with her there. But, my femmes, this is a butch you’d want to know.

Mallory is a femme’s butch. She’s sweet and funny. She’s smart – but mostly a smartASS! She goes to college in Chicago and I love to tease her that she’s majoring in gym but, apparently, exercise science is more complex than “gym”. Who knew? In any event, Mallory spends a fair amount of time in the gym, but don’t let that fool you into thinking she’s an airheaded gymrat. Oh, no, my femmes, she isn’t.

Mallory’s sister has two little boys and seeing Mallory light up with one of them walks in the room is sweet. That the boys also light up is even better. There are days when she thinks she wants her own rugrats and days when she’s pretty sure she should stay Aunt Mallory (or Aunt Madry, as the youngest of her nephews calls her.)

Oh. Yeah. And if you ever meet Ms. Mallory – don’t let her fool you. She can cook! Don’t let her sweet talk you into doing all the cooking!

Mal’s best friend is a photographer and she took the first two of these pictures, which were Mallory-approved for publication. The last one I’m sorta sneaking in – it’s one of my favorite pictures of her because I think it completely captures her personality. As for the song – when we all first met Mallory, our mutual friends would tease her that, being so young, she was a Butch in Training – BIT.

Leave Mallory some comment love, darlings. You KNOW how sensitive those butches can be!

Mallory Leg

Mallory Hat

Mallory Painting