I grew up playing with the boys, then th’ tomboys. Boys taught me to curse at morning recess. Today my co-workers are the boys, and they’re teaching me carefully to use a dremel, or the best way of holding a screwdriver.
I don’t want to imply artificial categories: it’s not just guys who wield the tools. A tiny middle-aged lady at my work can solder circles around you.
But mostly we’re guys, so I feel like a badass with a crescent wrench: I’m proud of crossing into men’s territory. Kaylee and Rosie the Riveter are my heros here: they aren’t switching genders, but adopting traits of each.
In their footsteps I can reconcile two worlds, and do it beautifully. Check me out in th lab, sleeves rolled up & nails painted black, hips and competence. I feel pretty with tools in my hands, and sexy whether it’s strength or delicacy they require. Learning to use my body for work is satisfying.
