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The Hussy

The Hussy

The Hussy is a queer woman blogging anonymously about her relationships, exclusively for While her identity remains a secret, the editorial staff can guarantee that she is a 100% verified true queer woman, and not a straight married man.

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Built Like a Brick House

May 8, 2012 | 3,436

Unfortunately, queer ladies find nothing more annoying than someone else being the highest of femmes in the room.

As the bar was closing after a recent birthday bender, a fifty-year-old transgender man whom I had never met before offered to take me next door to Dunkin Donuts — his treat. He bought me a kruller, and demanded the scrawny teen behind the counter produce a birthday candle to insert into it. “You deserve the best,” he explained.

You are probably thinking, “what a lovely surprise.” But while it was lovely, it wasn’t a surprise. At least, not for me.

Throughout my queer adult life, I’ve regularly had watered-down well whiskey and bottles of Miller High Life sent to me by transmasculine fellows whom I don’t know. Once, a well-dressed dandy offered me a bus swipe when I was low on change, while on another besotted occasion an OKCupid date paid my part of the cab fare home, even though I threw up out the window a little.
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Lies I Have Told

August 8, 2011 | 4,560

It was really sweet of you to bring me over all of this tofu that you found in the dumpster. Oh, you’re hungry? Sure, I’m happy to make you something to eat.

No, I think your mom is great.

Oh, yeah, your face looks totally better today. I think that new stuff from Kiehl’s is totally working.

Needlepoint is a fine hobby for a man to have. It’s so great that you’re so secure with, you know, everything.

It was really sweet of you to bring me over all of this tofu that you found in the dumpster. Oh, you’re hungry? Sure, I’m happy to make you something to eat.

That was a great mix tape. I especially appreciated the Ani deep cuts and those dubbed-from-vinyl Sister George tracks. Cassette recording is totally a lost art and I will listen to this all the time.
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We’ll Get Serious Eventually

July 30, 2011 | 4,901

He’s leaving for the summer. I know he’ll never come back.

He’s going to Peru with a buddy to hike around on some Incan ruins. I refer to this with scorn to anyone who will listen as his “Man Quest.” He will be gone for about six weeks, and when he comes back, it’s off to Houston for a visiting professorship. It’s only one year, he says. You should come visit. Everything’s bigger in Texas. He’s always making jokes about my being a size queen.
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All The Proof You Need

July 20, 2011 | 3,957

Here at the Hussy Hotel, the letters have started rolling in. Since the response has been so phenomenal, it seems prudent to devote one column per month to responding to reader mail. Hence, we open up the Hussy Official Mailbag (or, the HO’bag, if you will) and draw out a letter from a lonesome-hearted soul.

Dear The Hussy,As a fellow femme, I don’t know exactly why I’m writing you, of all people, since I find your politics, your relationship ethics and your general person so onerous on so many levels. But I’m at a crossroads, and I could use some advice. As you seem to be surrounded by a steady stream of sturdy studs, I thought you might have some insight into a problem I’m having with my trans male lover.

Boyfriend and I have been together for years, but he only started physically transitioning a little over a year ago. Since then, it has become increasingly apparent that he is interested in sex with men. I want to keep an open mind – we are both queer and theoretically poly – but I am becoming increasingly concerned that his primary orientation is shifting in a masculine-of-center direction. He is particularly interested in sex with cis men.

I know I should be more open-minded, but I have concerns: about trust, about his safety, and about the possibility of him leaving me for a man. I worry about the long-term sustainability of our partnership, but I love him and I want things to work out. Can this relationship be saved?

Anxiously awaiting your reply,

Mired in Miami Indefinitely

PS: We have not had sex in four months.

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The Long End of A Short Leash

July 13, 2011 | 4,166

Legally, they’re straight married, not gay married, but he scoffs at any suggestion of the heteronormativity of the arrangement.

He’s a painter but he dresses like a hustler. He rocks destroyed denim, shredded by honest and not-so-honest work. His slinky threadbare v-neck tees hit right at his belt buckle, so when he stretches, the mud-flap-girl tattoo on his hip peeks out at you, a remnant from another life in another city. He’s always covered in gouache.

He works at his wife’s gallery. His wife.

He bristles when I use the “w” word. Legally, they’re straight married, not gay married, but he scoffs at any suggestion of the heteronormativity of the arrangement. We totally don’t believe in marriage. You know, it doesn’t mean anything. It just makes health insurance cheaper. Their health insurance is pretty good, but it didn’t cover his top surgery. She paid for it.
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Locked Up

July 7, 2011 | 1,791

I have been sleeping with this guy whose girlfriend has been out of town a lot lately. He spent most of this past weekend at my place fucking me and watching prison documentaries on basic cable. On Sunday afternoon, I fixed us some ribeyes and mashed potatoes.  I think my kale-chomping lesbian roommate is grossed out by our heterosexual vibe.  She rolls her eyes as she bustles by us on her way to the kitchen, “Sorry to interrupt your anachronistic rockabilly den of romance, guys.”

“I’m just like, yo, bitch, sit there, keep me company, braid my hair.”

It was good to know that at least he was nice to his bitches.

My roommate used to be high femme and sleep with a lot of trans guys. After a while, though, she got sick of that scene, went deep lez and started wearing kaftans.  Now she hates all the “tranny chasers” and shit-talks them at every opportunity.  Converts make the best zealots.

She is particularly disdainful of the femmes who work at the local women-centric sex shop.  Her ex-boyfriend used to work there and she felt perpetually threatened by their relentless sexual advances toward him.

“They’re like prison women,” she griped, “They’ll throw themselves at anything with short hair.”
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Where He’s Gone When He’s Gone All Night

June 28, 2011 | 4,504

“I don’t want to be like my father.”

It’s late. I know he’ll have to go soon, because he’s not allowed to spend the night. He’s pushing it as it is; in a few hours it’ll be morning. When it comes to the “boundaries” he sets with his girlfriend, he tends to stick to the letter of the law, rather than the spirit.

We have been fucking for hours. My sheets are sticky. We are swimming around in a soup bowl full of pheromones. I am sure we both smell like sex, and like each other. He will smell like that when he goes home and crawls in to bed with her at daybreak. I can’t imagine how this is a comforting arrangement, but that’s their deal.

“I don’t want to be like my father,” he repeats.
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