Healthy, clean fantasies

It was a nice day today,

a little less cold,

and the Habs won last night,

beat Vancouver.

Business was OK,

mom got a clean bill of health,

from her specialist:-)

Me?

I’m a little sluggish,

but,

no biggie.

I have been reading that,

Green Mansions.

I don’t know,

it’s kind of,

boring and,

a little preachy,

not sure.

Normally,

a book doesn’t speak to me,

I don’t finish,

I use the ten percent rule,

but,

since my customer,

was so enthusiastic,

and he was nice enough,

to give it to me,

I’ll finish.

It’s a moral obligation thing,

I guess.

It’s pretty quiet here,

at bookish butch central,

and I’m a little bit bored.

I’m itching for something,

new,

different.

Maybe,

what I need is a,

vacation.

Lately,

I’ve had two kinds of customers,

the pasty and miserable,

and,

the tanned and delirious.

Now,

I’m bookish,

and of,

French Canadian,

Scottish,

Hungarian,

extraction,

this spells,

pale.

Or,

as a rather attractive lady,

at the Eaton’s Lancome counter,

told me AGES ago,

porcelain skinned.

I think she had a thing for butches, but, I digress and, it was twenty years ago.

The point is being very fair skinned,

the sun,

is not always,

a good option.

I’ve never quite,

understood,

the need to escape,

to the south,

the west,

the islands,

before this year.

Right about now,

I’m longing for this,

while drinking this,

Lying back in one of these,

doing this,

or better yet,

this,

I know, I know,

but,

a butch can dream,

and isn’t everyone,

younger,

slimmer and,

better looking in their dreams?

No wait…

I forgot,

that’s fantasy:-)

Better get back to reading,

or sleep.

Unless someone,

somewhere,

needs a debonair butch escort,

I can do Cary Grant,

or,

whatever your idea,

of debonair is,

as long as it’s,

butch:-) 🙂

Sweet dreams,

and remember a little bit,

of fantasy is healthy,

I think.

Later girls,

BB

Author: 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

4 thoughts on “Healthy, clean fantasies”

  1. I wilt in the heat. Those hot, heavy and humid Montreal summers used to drain my super powers. I’ve never lain on a beach in my life much less sun-tanned.
    Still, it may be this time of year, or of life, but the fantasy you depict, in all its aspects, quite catches my fancy.

  2. I understand and indeed, agree, with all that you say about Montreal summers. The winters are pretty bad as well, but, hey it’s home.
    The idea of escape from cold and routine is so, so appealing. The hammock would be in the shade and the margaritas ice cold and it goes without saying air condition in the room, sigh.

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