My name is Ki Harris, I was raised in Houston, TX but now live in Austin (ATX). I was competing in the Texas Relays the first time I visited ATX. I was still closeted and living a double life as a teen– exhausting, to say the least. My relationship with my girlfriend was a secret kept from everyone in my life except my two closest friends. I remember exploring this city and identifying with the “Keep Austin Weird” sentiment locals like to tout. As corny as it sounds, I really did see it reflected in the people and the culture. For the first time, I saw folks like me really living fearlessly and authentically, out loud, in public, and in the daylight.
I made up my mind then and there that I would do whatever it took to make a life for myself in this city. I applied to the University of Texas at Austin and the rest is history, really.
Recently, I started a business to serve my local queer community. As a stylist, tailor, and designer, I am a resource for folks who break traditional gender norms when it comes to style. I feel pride especially in serving those who identify as non-binary, genderfluid, gender-nonconforming, and/or LGBTQ+. Swankki is a brand and service that celebrates and encapsulates the extraordinary ways we adorn our bodies to express ourselves.

1. What is your favorite or funniest memory from your dating life?
The funniest memory from my dating life is probably my coming out story. It’s so ironic to think about what felt like the scariest moment in my life turning into the funniest after all these years. Since I was in high school, living at home and fully lying about my whereabouts half the time, it was only a matter of time before my mama’s intuition forced me out of the closet.
I was spending time at my girlfriend’s house. It was innocent. We were cuddled up in bed watching Law & Order: SVU when my mama called to see when I’d be home. I assured her my speech and debate competition would be over soonish and I’d be on my way, all of which were lies. I was literally laying in my girlfriend’s bed at the time with no sense of urgency to get back home. We said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone or at least I thought I had– rookie mistake….
My mama stayed on the line and eavesdropped just enough to confirm her suspicion. When I actually did get on the road, I called back to let her know I was on my way and she confronted me about what she had heard. I was caught, thankfully so in hindsight because I don’t know how else I would’ve garnered the nerve to come straight out and say, “Yes! I’m gay and my girlfriend is too!”

2. How does being butch positively impact your life? What’s been / what is the hardest thing about being butch for you?
As someone who gets “sir-ed” on a regular basis, I’ve had to come to terms with the fact that my perception of myself and how others perceive me are not always going to align. It says more about them and their limited mindset than it does about me. I used to get really agitated and would go out of my way to make it clear to the offender that I was indeed a woman, a “ma’am” if you will. It all seems so silly to me now, a waste of time and energy. Like, how could I pride myself on defying gender norms in my presentation and self-expression only to pigeonhole myself when it comes to language?? I answer to any pronouns now as long as you’re polite, and it has been so freeing. I’m still on this journey of self-discovery and being butch is only one part of the puzzle.
3. What is the most important thing about your butch identity you wish people knew?
Butch doesn’t inherently mean hard or cold. I’m soft despite the world’s many attempts to harden me and force me to be something I’m not. I will always take pride in being soft and malleable because rigidity is a result of fear.

4. What is something on your bucket list that makes you blush?
Financial freedom is on my bucket list. The possibility of earning passive income while traveling the world gives me a hard-on every time I think about it.
I’m black. I’m queer, and I’m a butch woman. I sometimes refer to this trifecta/intersection as a “triple threat”, because there are more folks against me than for me. I’ve worked extremely hard for everything I have, and I’ve come to understand that the invisible forces working against me compound with each identity.
As black folks, it is instilled in us that we must work twice as hard to get half as far. Now imagine stacking two more historically oppressed identities on top of that. As I get older, I understand more and more that this harsh reality is what my mother was trying to protect me from all those times she insisted I hide and suppress my true self. The older I get the less I hold that against her, because she really was just trying to protect me the only way she knew how.
5. I thought I’d always be at odds with my mama; turns out people really can change.
I thought I’d always be at odds with my mama; turns out people really can change…























