Bulldagger

After a thorough self-examination, in the light of all I had read and heard about dykes and bulldaggers, I reasoned that I had none of the obvious traits—I didn’t wear trousers, or have big shoulders or go in for sports, or walk like a man or even want to touch a woman.

You say you’re “Lyte as a Rock,” you get crushed like a pebble One word, and I’mma bag her Watch the bitch stagger, cause I don't dig the bulldagger To me a butch don’t deserve a mic in hand Somebody tell her to stop acting like a man She needs something real thick to help her out quick (What?) And that’s a good piece of dick

The visibility of bulldaggers and faggots in the streets and clubs of Harlem during the late 1920s and early 1930s does not mean they enjoyed unqualified toleration throughout Harlem society.