Interesting Times?

It’s a grey day,

and I ain’t just,

talking weather!

The Conservatives,

have won a majority.

Ontario,

as predicted,

by all the analysts,

was the architect,

of this,

majority.

Wow,

I’m a little bit,

freaked out,

sixty percent of,

Canadians,

all Canadians,

voted against,

the Harper government,

and yet,

they have a,

a wopping majority,

what is it,

the Chinese curse says?

May you live in interesting times.

Well, my friends,

these are,

interesting times,

last night,

we witnessed,

the demise of the,

Bloc Québécois,

and quite possibly,

of the Liberal party,

and an unprecedented,

high vote for the NDP.

The lines between,

left and right,

seem to have been,

clearly  drawn,

this parlement,

will have an opposition,

strongly from Québec,

and a majority governement,

from Ontario and the West,

like I said,

interesting times.

Am I upset?

Yeah.

Am I worried?

I would be lying,

if I said no,

I am,

a little,

but,

in the real scheme,

of things,

not really.

Canada,

like the rest of the world,

has done away with,

the center,

leaves us with,

a more polarised country?

I’m not sure,

I hope not,

but,

I’ll tell you,

something,

it’s a hard Spring,

to be both,

a Habs fan,

and a lefty,

and yet,

I’m proud,

to be both.

Rise to fight,

another day,

I guess:-)

Later girls,

BB

Go Jack Go!!

Today is,

election day,

in the land,

of the maple leaf,

even here,

in the land,

of,

the Fleur de lys:-)

I know,

I don’t have,

to remind,

you Canadian girls,

to vote.

Right?

Some of you,

have already voted,

in advance polls,

I’m a purist,

I like to,

vote on election day,

and usually,

I can,

Monday is a day off,

for me,

but,

you know that,

right?

Forgive,

the repetitiveness:-)

Today, mom and I,

are hopefully,

contributing,

to painting,

the country,

a bright and sunny,

optimistic,

shade of orange.

Since,

the Habs,

have been,

eliminated,

I’m going to,

replace,

my Cris de guerre,

only for today,

with,

Go Jack Go!!

🙂

Have a great one.

Later girls,

BB

Do clothes make a butch?

It’s going to be,

a beautiful day,

the light,

the blue sky,

all tell me,

beautiful day.

I’ve been busy and,

a little preoccupied,

these last few days,

I apologise,

for being a little,

vague,

a little,

absent,

but,

I know you girls,

understand:-)

So, what’s up?

What am I up to?

Not much,

working,

thinking,

an exhausting activity,

if ever,

there was one:-)

I want to take a break,

from deep thoughts,

and,

angst,

and talk to you,

about butch clothes,

and what,

they say,

about,

said butch.

I am a sporty butch,

in my attire,

in most other things,

I’m bookish.

Never been a jock,

and I don’t suppose,

I will discover,

jockhood,

at my age,

but,

you never know,

or as my ex,

would say,

it could happen:-)

So, clothes,

I like clothes,

I am very particular,

you wouldn’t know it,

unless you were,

very observant,

they seem very casual,

and barely,

put,

together,

they can vary from.

citified lumberjack,

or courreur des bois,

which sounds,

so much better,

and is basically,

the same.

Let’s face it, things often, sound better in French, Spanish or Italian, beautiful languages, full of lush and love and desire, but, English is my written language, and I love it so…

they can be,

excentric,

sartorially challenged,

bookseller.

Faded,

and,

occasionally,

hole laden,

sweaters,

for a few years, I wore this old navy blue shaker knit, one of the seams had come apart in the back it made for a gaping whole in the back, for whatever strange reason, I was attached to that sweater and kept wearing it, it has been a few years, I’ve grown, I threw the sweater out. A good friend started giving me sweaters for both christmas and my birthday, she was obviouslty trying to tell me something:-)

But, mostly,

they are,

loose.

I wear loose clothes,

always have,

it used to be,

 a sort of,

hide the curves,

be,

more tough,

and butch,

now it’s more,

a hide the pauch,

kind of,

a thing.

Also,

I sometimes think,

I dress like a boy,

or a youngish man,

I never have trouble,

buying clothes,

for my nephews,

my good friend,

the scholarly butch,

says,

“you just buy them, what you would wear”,

I think,

basically,

that’s true.

I wear jeans,

blue,

black,

I wear henleys,

hoodies,

and baseball caps,

t-shirts,

boxers,

and,

boots.

But, there is a statement,

what it is I’m not sure.

I never wear ties,

but,

busy writer says,

“Sure you do, it’s on the inside”,

that is a puzzling statement,

to me,

does she mean,

I’m old fashioned,

and I walk,

in the boots,

of butches gone by,

or does she mean,

I’m a little uptight,

and buttoned down,

beats me,

but,

you know I’m going to,

give this some more,

thought,

do clothes,

really make a butch?

<wink,wink>

Later girls,

enjoy your Sunday,

and,

don’t be like me and take things too seriously:-)

BB

Latest issue Venus Magazine, check it out

It’s here,

the latest installment of,

Venus Magazine!!

check it out and comment,

http://kissedbyvenus.ca/?p=2917

I happen to know,

a certain old-fashioned butch,

who has a column,

and she’s running a survey,

so think about it:-)

Much to read,

much to admire,

the art work is,

awesome,

and the editorial staff,

has,

as per usual,

done an amazing job,

but,

don’t take my word for it,

read it.

OK?

Well, must go earn a living.

Later girls,

BB

There is no joy in Muddville (:-

When I was a kid,

we used to watch,

as a family,

mom, dad, and,

I,

The Wonderful World Of Disney,

on Sunday nights.

I remember learning,

about Paul Bunyon,

and his blue bull,

Babe.

But,

dad and I,

had,

a favourite,

Casey At The Bat,

an animated version,

of the poem,

and whenever we were,

down,

we would say,

there is no joy in Muddville,

tonight,

the Habs lost,

game seven,

in overtime,

they fought valiantly,

but,

the puck,

didn’t bounce,

their way,

so this is,

how I feel,

Casey at the Bat
by: Ernest Lawrence Thayer

The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two with but one inning more to play.
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast
They though if only Case could but get a whack at that –
We’d put up even money now with Casey at the bat.

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melacholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey’s getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake the much despised, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from 5,000 throats and more there roase a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey’s manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey’s bearing and a smile on Casey’s face.
And when responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt ’twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Casey’s eye, a sneer curled Casey’s lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped –
“That ain’t my style,” said Casey. “Strike one,” the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
“Kill him! Kill the umpire!” shouted some one on the stand;
And it’s likely they’d have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey’s visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitched, and once more the spheroid flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, “Strike two.”

“Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn’t let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Casey’s lip, his teeth are clinched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey’s blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and some children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville – mighty Casey has struck out.

Well,

we’ll get ’em next year,

I guess  now,

I root for,

The Canucks,

in the west,

and,

anybody but,

The Bruins in the east.

(:-

Later girls,

BB

on watching television with mom

Nice day today,

a little on the muggy side,

went shopping,

walked down Ste-Catherine,

many people about,

the last day,

of a long weekend.

Usually,

if I go downtown,

on a Monday,

it’s quiet,

workers at lunchtime,

and, tourists,

always,

but, still,

quiet,

I don’t like crowds,

but,

today,

I didn’t mind,

it was nice,

a general,

genuine,

good mood.

Came home,

mom was trying to,

decide what to have,

for dinner,

she wasn’t sure,

I’d be home,

she was looking tired,

her hip,

was bothering her,

damp and muggy,

does that.

I usually make dinner,

on Mondays,

I’m off.

Mom always cooks,

or prepares vegetables,

when cooking,

for both of us,

worries about my health:-) Nothing wrong with my health!!

but,

if she cooks,

for herself,

she makes,

Kraft dinner,

or some such,

crap.

So, she’s sitting,

at the kitchen table,

watching me cook,

and doing her crossword puzzle,

she rocks crossword puzzles, in both French and English, pretty impressive:-)

and says,

“the Habs aren’t playing tonight, you know”

Of course,

I know,

so I ask her what’s on,

she says,

“American Experience is showing something called, Stonewall, do you know what that’s about?”

I take a deep breath,

and I say,

“yeah, I do, do you?”

“It seems important in gay history”

she says,

“well mom, it’s so important,

there is before Stonewall,

and after,

Stonewall.”

Mom looks at me and says,

“Oh, I guess I should watch it then”,

I smiled,

she makes me nuts, and, she makes me smile, I’m pretty sure, it’s reciprocal- family.

And so,

we watched it together.

It was an excellent documentary,

I learned a few things,

I suspect mom,

did as well,

when it was over,

she kissed me goodnight,

and said,

“I didn’t know the police did such things, they were just drinking and dancing, what’s wrong with that? Goodnight sweetie”

She went to bed,

and,

I started thinking.

My mom knows,

quite a bit about,

gay history,

she’s read,

And The Band Played On,

and the bigottry disturbed her,

she read,

The Mayor Of Castro Street,

and watched,

Milk,

the hatred and senseless waste,

disturbed her,

she watched,

The Celluloid Closet,

and giggled,

when Susan Sarandon said,

“You wouldn’t need to be drunk, to want to bed Caherine Deneuve.”

And yet,

she didn’t know what,

Stonewall was,

now she does,

and millions of Americans,

and Canadians,

we watch PBS as well:-)

do.

I’m glad,

it’s important,

it’s the night,

the queers,

the dykes,

the faggots,

and,

the drag queens,

fought back,

it was time,

it was about time.

My mom is not a member of PFLAG,

or anything like that,

I doubt she knows what it is, she doesn’t need to

she just loves her daughter,

and her fellow man.

I’m proud of her,

and lucky.

In the parental lottery,

I got the jackpot,

unconditional love,

by a stand up,

woman.

Hopefully tonight,

a few other,

stand up,

men and women,

learned a thing or,

two,

about oppression,

and,

rebellion.

Later girls,

BB

Let’s hear it for a kinder gentler way of talking politics

Yesterday sucked,

rain,

wind,

and,

the Habs lost,

2-1 after,

92 minutes,

that’s almost,

two overtime periods,

anyway,

it is what it is,

shit happens,

and,

today is another day.

wow, three cliches in a row, if I don’t watch it I might turn into a politician:-)

I’m a little worried that,

cockiness,

might have jinxed,

my Canadiens,

but,

hey,

I don’t,

really believe,

in jinxes.

That being said,

I am very happy to report,

that the NDP,

is on the rise.

The weirdest part,

they are higher than,

the Bloc,

here in Quebec!!

Unheard of,

and yet,

it’s true.

Yesterday,

a good friend,

of mine,

attended a political rally,

for Jack Layton’s NDP,

at the theatre Olympia,

in Montreal’s gay village,

the heart of Duceppe’s riding.

Thirteen hundred people,

the largest political gathering,

in Québec in this federal election,

the NDP,

are usually also rans,

in Québec,

not so,

this time,

it would seem.

OK, let me explain briefly, the Bloc Québécois, is a Québec nationalist party, Gilles Duceppe is the leader of that party. The New Democratic Party, has traditionally been Canada’s third party, social democrats, a little bit leftist, not to be confused with communists in any way. Jack Layton is their leader.  The Liberal Party, historically, has been Canada’s governing party, but, they have been plagued in recent years by, corruption scandals and lackluster leaders. Their current leader is Micheal Ignatieff.  The Conservatives, lead by the squarest of squares, Stephen Harper, are who Canadians usually elect when they are mad at the Liberals. We have had three minority Conservative governments in a row. Canada doesn’t really have a tradition of minority governments, in the past we have had a few. Spurred by the NDP, important changes were brought forth, including our medicare system.

The Bloc for all their,

uselessness,

has effectively,

blocqued,

a conservative majority,

by,

being the representatives,

of most Québec ridings.

But, in this election,

people seem to want,

a change,

from Liberal cynicism,

from Conservative,

fear and hate mongering,

and,

from Bloc,

bluster,

full of sound and fury,

signifying not much,

perhaps,

Jack Layton,

shows a softer, kinder side,

of Canadian politics,

a man and a party,

that,

get us back to be being,

Canadians,

polite, kind,

with a conscience,

about the world,

and core values,

about our environment,

our history,

our future,

a true North,

strong and free.

It’s nice to think so.

I hope so…

Have a great Easter,

it’s a beautiful day here,

and I hope it is wherever you are.

Later girls,

BB

Easter Memories

It’s a beautiful morning,

around here,

most people are off,

Good Friday.

I have to work,

but,

mom opens up,

it’s Friday,

one of my late days.

I would appreciate,

some,

positive energy,

sales wise,

it’s been a rough week.

The Habs lost,

last night,

a real heart breaker,

in overtime.

So, now,

the series is tied,

and as my old,

gym teacher,

used to say,

“here’s where we separate, the men from the boys”

he used to say this to an all girl gym class! sounds hopelessly, macho and clueless but, he was actually, a very sweet American expat, with a mustache, Mr Wallach, fond memories:-)

Easter weekend,

is kind of,

an ordinary weekend,

for me,

because I work,

on Saturday,

but,

Sunday,

mom and I will,

visit family,

should be nice,

the kids hyped up,

on chocolate,

telling me their,

school stories,

at a hundred miles,

an hour,

the two little ones,

speaking some language,

that only,

moms and grandmas,

understand,

but,

if you nod,

smile,

kiss,

and,

hug them,

eventually,

you get,

trickle down,

understanding:-)

Easter when I was,

a kid,

was cool,

Laura Secord eggs,

the big one,

delicious,

milk chocolate,

with white and yellow,

cream filing.

I still get those,

for the kids.

My dad would slice it,

with a chef’s knife,

on the wooden bread board,

and we would share,

family time,

for the three of us.

Dinner at Grandmaman’s,

ham and mashed potatos,

a weird salad which,

she made with,

iceberg lettuce,

and peas,

and mayonaise,

well,

in those days,

I think it was,

Miracle Whip:-)

mom,

still makes it,

the comfort of home,

of years,

and,

family,

gone.

The older you get,

OK?

the older I get,

the more I miss,

all the simple pleasures,

of childhood,

Laura Secord eggs,

and Miracle Whip.

I don’t eat Miracle Whip,

now,

my palette,

is too,

sophisticated,

mostly,

mayonaise,

but,

in my heart,

in my memory,

it’s delicious,

and grandmaman and grandpapa,

are smilling to see,

all of us,

gathered around,

the table,

eating,

laughing,

arguing,

a family.

We still have that,

only different.

Have a wonderful,

Easter weekend girls.

Later girls,

BB

The Elements of Butch Lust??

The weather today?

The pits of the earth,

cold, driving rain,

yuck.

No hockey,

tonight!!

Tomorrow.

I had a terrible day,

I need a little distraction,

so, I thought to myself,

how about,

an installment,

of the,

Elements of Butch style,

with a twist,

the elements of butch lust,

calm yourselves, this is a family blog:-)

First something I happened,

upon accidentally,

Ok, I’m thinking Canadian Butch perfection,

even the socks work,

I might even be persuaded,

to break,

the no black shoes,

rule,

of attire:-)

Alas, I will have to keep,

lusting,

they were a limited edition,

and,

I missed them,

sniff!!

burton-bro-bra-belt.jpg

Now, that’s a belt,

brown,

wide,

and a nice buckle,

not too flashy,

perfect.

For this I have much lust,

Hermes Typewriter:-)

the only problem? How do I connect it to the internet?

The aviators of my youth, only nicer.

City dwelling,

vacation home,

Personal library:-)

Well, when you’ve had a bad day,

it’s good,

for the soul,

to lust after,

silly things,

and,

things,

you can’t afford,

and don’t really want,

except for the boots, I want the boots!!,

chase away the rain dolldrums,

and it’s a cheap way,

to dream,

and,

lust.

Later girls,

BB

Good mood babbling and philosophy??

The sky is very blue,

this morning,

The Habs lost,

last night,

no big deal,

one game.

In the immortal words,

of that great American,

sports philosopher,

Yogi Berra,

not to be confused with Yogi Bear:-)

“It ain’t over, ’til it’s over”

and I have seen,

no fat lady,

preparing to sing,

so we’re good.

 One of my weirdest contradictions,

or what I like to call,

my great dichotomy,

read it out loud it’s funnier:-)

is that I love both,

the great intellectual,

writers of the,

 city scape,

and,

the homespun wisdom,

of the country.

Think,

Will Rodgers,

not Roy Rogers, BB is no cowboy.

Vive le difference!

Long live Dichotomy,

Dykedom?

Dykehood?

Oh  forget it,

I’m babbling,

I’m in a good mood,

I hope you all are as well,

Later girls,

BB