They closed my bar(:

Mornin’ girls,

hope you are all,

doing well,

or at least hangin’ in.

My ole ass is beyond draggin’,

right now.

I am tired from,

my training schedule,

and,

tired from my training,

pretty much,

always,

tired and crippled with,

self doubt,

I fight my way through it,

some days,

more successfully,

than others,

good thing,

I have good friends,

and,

my mom,

and,

my woman of all my dreams,

listening, encouraging, holding me up,

it takes a village

🙂

Speaking of village,

my bar,

in the gay village has closed

(:-

this is upsetting,

I know,

it’s just a bar,

but,

I always saw it as my bar.

Obviously,

occasional patrons,

like myself,

can’t keep a bar,

open,

you gotta make a profit,

and,

overhead on bars,

is astronomical,

buisness is tough,

I know it is.

Losing,

‘your bar’ creates,

somewhat of a vacuum,

in your life,

where do you meet people for a beer,

what happens to all those,

memories

sigh

In this bar,

I felt I could be as butch,

as I wanted to be,

no one ever called me,

‘Sir’ or “monsieur’

I could sip a beer,

in peace,

knowing how far,

the bathroom,

was.

I’ve had dates,

and,

heart to hearts there.

The first time I ever met,

my girl,

in person,

was in that bar,

nervous,

and,

excited,

but,

comforted by a pint,

and,

familiar,

surroundings,

when she came up,

behind me,

I wasn’t self conscious,

of taking her in my arms,

the bar was a place,

safe from appraising,

and,

possibly,

judgmental eyes.

My bar,

the hockey game on,

with the volume turned down,

the peace of a Sunday or Monday,

I never go out to a bar, on a Friday or Saturday, unless it’s a special occasion, too many people

I will miss my bar,

I understand the factors,

that forced it’s closure,

but,

I will miss it,

RIP Le Drugstore

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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