Who and what is bookish butch?
where does bookish butch,
begin and end.
It’s a fine line.
Writing this blog,
is like writing a column,
obviously,
the ideas and feelings are mine,
and yet,
there is the question of persona.
Bookish butch is me,
and I am bookish butch,
sort of.
I know it’s nuts,
let me try to explain,
I say things easier,
through the anonymity of the blog,
less censure, less filters.
BB is braver,
more brazen,
more,
she is also more neurotic,
hormonal,
and a more fervent Habs fan:-)
Btw, they slaughtered the Senators last night, 7-1
Bookish butch is me,
acting up,
acting out.
I know, I know,
some of you are scratching your heads,
and saying,
duh!!!
but,
sometimes the line blurs,
and I want the readers,
who are friends to know,
it’s not always me,
it’s the big, bad, butch.
The Dude is real,
and always true to himself,
sleeping, snoring and being cute.
The rest,
uses a lot of blogging license,
that’s why I say my ex,
and my friend the writer with impeccable taste,
these people know who they are,
and you don’t have to,
because they become,
other,
as means of illustration.
So, when I write about bookish butch,
having a disastrous or fantastic date,
it’s not necessarily me.
Also, she is more interested in opera,
pop music,
and poetry.
She is more obsessive and,
bluntly,
hornier.
I can hear a friend of mine,
screaming,
never explain, never complain,
but,
BB likes to do both,
hopefully, I do so,
less.
But, what do I know,
I have a split personality,
after all:-)
Later girls,
BB
