A proud Saturday

It’s a been a very relaxing,

long weekend,

three days off,

wow.

Not three days in which,

the apartment is being painted,

and,

you have to be up at 6 am.

either:-)

On Saturday,

I visited the Queer Book Fair,

it was fun,

not big,

more like,

intimate,

Francoys and I,

got there nice and early,

met some nice people,

artists and writers,

and devoted book people,

of the Queer variety.

I bought two books,

one I’ve been wanting,

to read for a while,

Persistence: All Ways Butch And Femme,

and,

one I didn’t even know was out,

One In Every Crowd,

stories by Ivan E. Coyote,

these are stories for young people,

in a ‘it gets better’

sort of a mode.

I look forward to reading both.

I met some people I had met,

at the Anarchist Book Fair,

even bought myself an,

I love queer anarchists button.

Must make sure to visit,

the Concordia Book Co-Op,

and,

check out their new arrivals.

We hung around for about an hour.

So with my new books and,

Francoys’ graphic novels,

tucked into my back pack,

we walked down Ste-Catherine,

and,

enjoyed and experienced,

Pride.

I don’t often get out in the village,

in the day time,

I usually meet a friend,

for a beer,

at my favourite watering hole.

But,

this was nice,

a beautiful sunny day,

warm, not hot,

and,

the whole street closed off,

and,

overrun with queers.

Community groups,

recruiting members,

everything,

from line dancing,

to aerobics,

from badmington,

to bridge,

distributing condoms,

and,

flyers,

and,

smiles,

and,

whooping cheers.

The silly and light,

the serious and political,

the historical,,

the future,

young,

middle aged,

and,

old.

The fags,

the dykes,

the bi,

the no labels,

the all inclusive,

queer.

Now,

you all know,

I’m fond of my butch label,

it is mine,

I embrace it,

I romanticise it,

work it,

but,

I think I like queer,

for our community,

most of all,

inclusion,

the quest to understand,

our differences,

indeed,

revell in them,

all together on,

a sunny Saturday,

in August,

not a show,

or a party,

a nice family,

get together.

Living the words that once,

and occasionally still are,

spewed at us with venom.

In Montreal, In Canada,

less venom with the ignorance,

but,

still…

It was nice to walk down the street,

part of the Queer majority,

if only for a few hours,

very nice.

We have plenty to be proud of,

Happy post Pride,

or as we say in Quebec,

Fierte

🙂

Later girls,

BB

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Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my very 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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