600 words for Number 600!!!


this is my 600 blog post,


quite the milestone


I have been writing this blog,

since March of 2010.

More than three years.

The first few months it was,

once to three times,

a month,

and around,

September of that year,

it became,

three to five times a week.

I liked doing it,

more and more.

It has evolved,

both grown and shrunk,

it is my baby,

my journal,



a part of my life.


I am proud of it,


it makes me feel,

nudely vulnerable,

I sometimes,


I have nothing left,

to say,


I keep at it,

I am,

compelled to,

write it nonetheless.


I believe it may have been,


other times,

I know it has been,


bookish butch,


after three,


is me,

and not,



For this milestone,

I have selected a blog post,

from the first year,


On Being Butch,

it’s still,

one of my favourites,

may not be amongst,

my best,

if we can use such terminlogy,

in this format,


I like it,


I’d like to know,

what some of you think,

so here goes:

On Being Butch May 21 2010

This morning, I have been thinking about being butch and what it means.

I often experience strange reactions from people, mostly straight women, when I refer to myself as butch. It seems some of them think that I am putting myself down when I describe myself as butch, and try to tell me

“You’re not so butch”

To which I reply

Of course I am.

Being butch, is not a badge of honour nor is it a source of embarrassment, it is what I am.

I have always seen a butch as a  gentlemanly woman.

I use gentleman because I can think of no feminine equivalent.

I like the word butch. I like the word queer. I like the word dyke.

I believe they empower.

I use them.

My friends use them.

Butch is not about macho or aggressivity.

It’s  about style and philosophy.

It’s about a code of conduct the unwritten,

Book of Butch

A butch acts in certain ways,

with class,

with strength,

with dignity.

She treats women well,     always.

She accepts no for an answer, even if it pisses her off.

Butches are romantic, send flowers, remember birthdays.

They rarely dye their hair. They usually wear boots.

They like to appear stoic. Think Gary Cooper.

Yep, Nope.

They would all like to be handy alas, some of them,

( us) are bookish and  hire other butches or even,

men to renovate.

They like to think of themselves as the most considerate and accomplished of lovers.

Butches have illusions about themselves like everyone else.

It’s fun, it’s silly, it’s serious.

I like the aesthetics of butch.

All of this is my interpretation and how I see it. Your version might differ and that’s fine.

I just wanted to let you in on some of my thoughts on the subject.




some things,

have changed,

the pacing,

the sign off,

some things,

have remained,


I still like doing it,

it gives me pleasure,


pushes me,

it remains very much,

my voice,

virtual or not.

I think for the next,

little while,

I will publish,

a post from the past,


see if they stand up,

some will,

some won’t,


it will be fun,

to see.

Thank you,

my readers for sharing,

this experience with me,

I write this blog,

for me,



more than a little,

for you all.

a big virtual butchy hug,

later girls,



By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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