Author: Bookish Butch

Good morning, girls.

I apologise for my lack,

of communication,

over the last few days,

the truth is,

I haven’t had much,

to say.

Well, nothing that,

would interest,

you girls,

anyway.

I’m a little down,

on myself right now,

this too shall pass.

I have a busy weekend,

coming up,

and I have a whole,

pile of books,

waiting to be read,

that I want,

to write about,

Maurice, The Powerbook,

and one that comes,

highly recommended,

which,

I will mention,

and perhaps,

review after,

reading.

It has been,

a year,

since,

I started,

bookish butch.

So, it’s Happy Anniversary,

to me, time.

I have loved writing,

this blog so much.

It has brought me,

so much,

on a personal,

and a satisfaction,

level.

But, lately I have,

wavered,

focus wise,

so, I’m taking a few days,

to get back to me,

and what it is I want,

out of this experience.

I can’t thank all of you,

enough,

for reading, for commenting,

for being there,

where ever,

there is:-)

I’ll write next week,

I promise.

Later girls,

BB

Well girls,

’tis spring,

early days,

but still,

I got the suede jacket out,

and it’s looser,

than last year,

makes me feel good.

Some strange characters,

in the bookstore today,

and some that make you,

feel,

tender and mushy,

like the big guy,

who asks shyly,

where the,

sexuality books are,

and then brings to,

the counter a book,

entitled,

L’orgasme Feminin,

sweet,

he was,

a little embarrassed,

but,

said he would come back,

he had to pick up,

his wife,

adorable,

a man who seeks,

a better orgasm,

for his wife,

sweet.

A few weirdos,

it’s the full moon,

this week,

don’t tell me about, how there is no scientific evidence that the full moon affects people, twenty-five years experience working with the public, for me, trumps that.

Some slightly seedy,

looking character,

who wants,

to sell me,

antique books,

these would be,

old dictionaries,

he found in the recycling,

I know I walked by them,

I tried not to laugh,

when he said,

“I could let ’em go for twenty bucks.”

That kind of day,

not bad,

not good,

just weird.

I’m feeling,

pretty weird myself,

maybe I’ll take,

a few days,

off.

still trying to decide.

Later girls,

be well,

enjoy the rebirth of spring,

BB

Good Morning,

it doesn’t really matter,

what time of day,

it is when you read this,

I wish you,

a good morning.

I’m feeling silly,

and probably,

more than a little,

irrational.

I’m going with it.

The sun is out,

more and more,

it looks like spring.

In the spring,

the young feel the,

need to get out there,

meet someone,

get it on,

get laid,

mate,

or for the truly,

romantic,

make love,

and cuddle. 

I’ll let you in,

on a secret,

so do the,

not so young.

It is the time,

of birth,

and rebirth,

of the crocus,

the daffodil,

the tulip.

You feel the blood,

pump through,

your veins,

in the spring,

like at,

no other time.

For those of us,

who live in a,

northern climate,

it’s also about,

shedding,

the layers,

or as,

my good friend,

busy writer says,

dumping the,

ten pounds of boots and coats.

In the early spring,

the coat gets unzipped,

semi freedom,

by the time April comes,

it’s,

Look,

I really do have a body,

sometimes we forget.

You become more,

sure footed,

in the spring,

the fear,

and,

possible,

humiliation,

of slipping on the ice,

rescinds.

You strutt,

you swagger,

even if,

only in your mind,

you feel it,

I am butch, hear me roar!!!

You want to dance,

you want to kiss,

you want to love.

How is that different,

from the rest of the year?

Well, that’s the mystery,

it isn’t,

but,

it is.

It’s about more,

and louder,

I think.

I sing louder,

I stomp my foot,

to the beat,

I want to dance with somebody, I want to feel the heat with somebody,

and in the spring,

I’m less,

discreet,

about it.

Cheeky, cheeky,

have a glorious day,

girls,

Later,

BB

The sky is grey,

steel grey,

and my thoughts,

are a little grey,

as well,

nothing I can’t handle,

I’ m a tough,

butch:-)

Shortly,

I will be off,

to the library,

bring back Giovanni’s Room,

and Gertrude Stein,

yeah, yeah, I admit it,

that old butch,

has got me beat,

the style is so strange.

I’m just not,

smart enough,

it’s OK,

this is not the first time,

I come to a realisation,

of the sort.

I will be taking out,

Maurice by E.M. Forster,

I’m looking forward to it.

So far,

the two GLBTQ Challenge,

readings have been,

top notch,

I seem to have picked well.

Well, I’ll write later,

let you know about my loot,

perhaps my thoughts,

will be clearer,

have a lovely,

Sunday, ladies.

Later girls,

BB

OK,

As mentioned Ad Nauseum,

Spring is coming!!

Spring is Coming!!

So a tribute,

to the women,

of Canada,

Eh?

Mais, oui!!

in no particular order,

Pascale Bussieres- from the province of Québec. So sensual. The fact that she’s played a lesbian a time or two helps:-)

Céline Bonnier-She could teach me to knit, anytime. There is something about a woman wearing reading glasses. I can’t explain it, but…

k.d lang-Because she is all that and more. She brought butch back:-)

Jann Arden-Big round Western girl, smart and funny and can she ever sing.

Sarah Mclaughlan-Maritime girl, becomes West coast woman. Been in love with her for years. Your Love is better than Ice cream, better than anything else that Ive tried.

Cheryl Bernard-Curler, one of the World s best.

Nathalie MacMaster-Fiddler extraordinaire.

I could go on and on,

but,

I won’t.

What do you think?

I’m right they are amazing.

Wether big or small,

they are lovely,

and I for one,

love them all.

Later girls,

BB