It’s hard to be butch, yes, even a soft butch while shopping for yourself in the boys children section of a clothing store. The parents aren’t the ones giving me ‘the eye’, it’s the little boys. . . it’s like they know. They know the shirt I have in my hand is for me and not one of their peers. It’s troubling but not so much so that this prevents me from buying the clothes. Come on, the fit is so good that if I didn’t know any better I would think the shirts were made for me. So, stop giving me the stink eye.