Winner of the Canadian Blog award in the LGBT category
Mighty cold,
with a mighty wind,
but,
my thoughts turn,
to Spring.
Our Spring,
here,
in Montreal,
isn’t your,
run of the mill,
Spring,
oh, no,
we go from freezing,
our,
let’s say,
butts,
to be polite,
off,
two weeks of,
nice,
warming weather,
and,
lots of rain,
to,
can you believe how hot and humid it is??
I exaggerate
……
barely.
Last Spring,
it seemed,
I went from,
the down jacket,
to seersucker shirts,
from cold,
to sweat,
with practically,
no in between
-:)
One thing I am,
looking forward to,
is walking,
around,
again,
snapping photos,
getting some,
oxygen,
in my lungs,
in my thoughts.
I look forward to,
changing,
from,
To this,
and then,
this,
from Winter,
to Spring,
to Summer.
butch head gear,
illustrated
-:)
I have been giving,
lots of thought,
to how to arrange,
pictures,
lately,
seeing,
themes,
illustrations,
of life,
my life,
the days and nights of bookish butch.
-:P
I have a new project,
I am working on,
it’s early days,
and,
I need to get,
some upgraded,
equipment,
of the computer,
and,
photographic types,
and,
mostly I need to wrap,
my head,
around it all.
It is so exciting,
familiar,
yet,
brand new.
I had it brewing,
for a while,
but,
I guess,
I needed,
the input,
of someone,
with,
fresh eyes,
to give it the spark,
it needed,
to,
boil.
Shawn Marie,
who hosts,
that delightful radio show,
I had the chance to take part,
in,
(http://beabehn.com/behns-bookshelf this is the archived version, if you want to check it out)
gave me a new perspective.
It has set me on a course,
I find very exciting.
Turning of,
the bookish butch,
archives,
new stuff,
and,
pictures,
into,
what I hope,
will be an expression,
of me,
that will speak to,
you all.
A little of me,
to reflect,
a little of you.
A graphic memoir,
a chronicle,
a novel,
all in one,
new,
but,
familiar,
specific,
and,
yet,
….
not.
A little bit,
of all I have done,
here,
but,
more.
Very exciting for me.
So,
while,
the excavation,
continues,
in parts,
new ground,
is being broken,
too.
With nods,
and,
smiles,
love and respect,
for the,
past,
recent and distant.
I turn my,
cap clad,
head,
and,
imagination,
towards,
the sun,
of Spring,
and,
renewal,
growth,
I move from,
gestation,
to creation.
Later girls,
BB
***btw, I am taking part in Shawn Marie’s special birthday radio show, this Wednesday, I will post details, later***
