Welcome to my weekly #tbt post featuring photos that couldn’t be included in Queer Rock Love: A Family Memoir. (Our archive is deep, but there was only so much space in the book.)
Today’s photo complements Chapter 12, “Fitted Shirt.”
“By age thirteen, it was clear that Katy had inherited her mother’s legendary rack. And since she refused to set foot in the lingerie department, Katy was at the mercy of her mother’s taste in bras. Thus, throughout the low-slung seventies, Katy was forced to sport Jayne Mansfield-style bras that launched her boobs up and out, like minor planets orbiting her chin.
It was not a style that complemented a softball uniform. Or a basketball uniform. Or any of the other sporty ensembles that might otherwise have offered androgynous refuge for a budding butch.”
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Got a memory about butch boobs (or Katy’s mom)? Share in the comments below.
September 18, 2015 at 10:15 am
I remember the first time Katy hugged me. I was like, “WOW – that’s a big rack for such a butch thang.”