Category: Elements of Butch Style

Been a grey morning,

but,

the sun is fighting,

to push through.

My mood,

is kind of like that,

the good mood is telling,

the hormones,

to get lost,

a middle finger is,

involved:-)

Been a slow,

and,

boring week,

here at,

bookish butch central,

but,

I feel a wave of happy,

coming on.

The fall is here,

and rookie camp,

has begun,

for my beloved,

Habs!

Go Habs Go!!!

For the un-initiated, the Habs are my beloved Montreal Canadiens, the greatest hockey team, in the history of our great game. Hockey, is the Canadian game.

The team has undergone,

a slew of changes,

half of which,

I don’t know about,

I better get to work,

if I’m going to be,

a halfway decent,

fanatic:-)

Now, if it could just be,

cold enough,

for me to wear,

my leather jacket,

and my new tweed cap,

make me feel,

like a real Butch,

again<wink>

All would be well,

with the world,

well that,

and world peace:-)

So, let the cool winds,

begin,

and bring hockey fever,

back,

to an ole butch’s heart.

Later girls,

BB

It is a beautiful day,

blue sky,

early fall,

not too warm,

not too cool,

yes,

girls,

it’s September:-)

It’s one of my,

‘me’ time mornings,

when I sit around,

usually,

at the computer,

thinking,

or not:-)

This has been,

a slow week,

but,

last week was,

exceptional,

record,

so,

who’s complaining?

The weirdest thing just popped into my mind, when I was a kid, there used to be this add on TV, it was for unions, and workers, regular everyday factory workers, would sing this song’Look for the union label…we work hard, but, who’s complaining?’ 🙂

All week,

I’ve been thinking,

soon,

it will be cold enough,

to wear,

my new,

leather jacket,

well,

it’s not quite cool enough,

but,

soon.

I apologise,

to all you heat worshipping,

lizard people

<wink>

but,

you do know,

that one of BB’s,

many motos,

is,

Fall Is Butch Season.

I got some,

new,

clothes,

some I bought,

some the ex gave me,

the ones the ex gave me,

I like as much,

as the ones,

I bought,

in a few cases,

maybe,

even more.

You see the ex is,

much bolder,

in her choices,

colour choices,

that is,

Me?

I’m a free spirit,

excentric,

book seller,

who wears a lot,

of blues,

blacks,

and greys,

my idea of pattern,

is plaid,

and,

stripes,

I’ve never owned,

a paisley shirt,

in my life,

Well, I do now:-)

and honestly,

it looks smashing,

I also have a new,

red shirt,

blood red,

this I will have to keep,

for special occasions,

because,

I figure,

women,

might,

rip it,

from my body,

in a fit of,

uncontrollable,

lust.

tongue firmly planted in cheek<wink>

 So, I’ve shed,

a few pounds,

bought some new,

boot cut men’s jeans,

two sizes smaller,

than the girl stretch jeans,

and I feel,

like a new butch,

so,

I say bring on the fall!!

Later girls,

BB

Less scorching,

today,

not cool,

or anything,

like that,

just,

less scorching.

A few months ago,

maybe, last year?

I wrote a post,

about fall,

being,

butch season,

’tis true,

plaid,

suede,

corduroy,

but,

summer,

uh huh,

not this butch,

Blundstones and shorts?

What can I say,

No!!

it’s wrong on so,

many,

levels:-)

I like t-shirts,

and polos,

worn,

under a shirt,

or,

a sweater.

It’s hard to,

look,

cool,

when you’re,

sweating.

I once read,

that,

the temperature,

in Bordeaux,

never goes below,

five degrees,

celsius,

and rarely,

above,

twenty-five.

Hmm,

I like wine,

especially red,

so maybe,

it’s a case,

of,

Vive La France!!!

Oh yeah,

food and wine,

for thought,

I speak French,

La Bookish Butch?

I like the sound of that:-)

I may have heat stroke, forgive me!!!

Later girls,

BB

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

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!!

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