Make up? I like to think of it as …

Hello you all,

it’s been a while,

hope you are all,

in tip top shape.

I’m feeling good,

it’s the Fall,

got a haircut,

a new jacket,

that fits, perfectly.

For years,

I bought clothes that,

were too big,

too long,

I had to compensate for my,

girth.

Even after,

I lost weight,

I was still big in the gut,

because of the alien.

The girth is less,

the alien is gone,

and,

for the first time,

in a long time,

I can buy clothes,

that look the way,

I want them to look.

I could still do with some,

loss around the middle,

what is it the exercise types call it? strengthening your core:-)

but for the most part,

I am happy,

with the way things are,

evolving,

a work in progress,

taking care of,

and,

loving my body,

building a better butch.

The other day,

I was looking at a selfie,

taken last Fall,

I take a lot of selfies, for many reasons, documenting my life, practising photography, vanity, etc:-)

and,

I noticed,

that I looked,

different,

in good ways,

the slimmer thing is good,

but, also,

older.

A few signs of aging have appeared,

it’s normal,

I’m fifty.

I don’t mind the grey in my hair,

actually,

I like it,

no plans to dye it,

I won’t say never,

you never know but,

highly unlikely.

But,

puffy eyes?

a brown spot on my cheek?

Yeah,

I can live without those.

I have always been,

no nonsense in my,

ablutions,

routine.

Shower,

wash my hair,

a little cologne,

in recent years,

a little bit of hair product,

to prevent hat hair.

I wear caps: baseball, flat caps and beanies, I even have a fedora, they mess up your hair, you need product

But, moisturizer?

make-up?

I never needed that,

and with middle age,

now,

I do,

is it make up?

not really,

but,

it is,

about concealing,

the tiny flaws,

and putting a face,

I prefer,

forward.

Less for others,

than for me.

I’m vain,

and proud.

I don’t look twenty,

I don’t look thirty,

I am not even aiming,

for,

forty,

I just like to see the me,

I like,

reflected back at me.

If that makes any sense?

I’m not made up,

I’m ….

hiding

đŸ˜›

Be well,

you all.

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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