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