Be Butch.
I realized today that the next post I write will be my 200th – in other words, this one. Wow. Happy 200th! Here are some observations from me on this momentous occasion: Writing is good for me. Sometimes it is easy. Other times it is almost impossible. But it is always good for me. There … Read more
Hi there. It’s been awhile since we’ve talked. I know, I know I haven’t written or sent you any pictures. I haven’t even called. I feel awful. I’m sorry. Here’s the thing. I am having a really hard time right now. I can’t talk about it. Don’t even want to. I just need some time. … Read more
This morning as I walked into the office, I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of giant black spider on the bottom of the glass doors. I mean giant. The spider was at least 4 inches from leg to leg. There was another guy walking in at the same time. He stopped with … Read more
Tonight, I drew the winner of The Dinah weekend pass giveaway. Check out the video as the drama unfolds. It’s Butch to enter contests with ButchOnTap. Thanks for Being Butch!
Tonight, while writing our Christmas cards, my wife got bored and started drawing on my arm with a pen. What did she write? “Butch,” of course. Just like Lea Delaria. Now, I would never claim to be as Butch as Lea. Nor would I claim to be as talented a singer as Lea. I would … Read more
What does it mean to be one of the most powerful Butches in America? Does it mean that women won’t freak out when I walk in the correct restroom? Does it mean that people at restaurants, coffee shops, drug stores, service counters, auto shops, and on planes will stop calling me “Sir”?
As Mother’s Day approaches, I am left to ponder what it means to be a Mom (capital used here on purpose) and to be a Butch. Some people think these two concepts are anachronous. It always makes me laugh when people are surprised that I am a Mom. Or, I guess it is not that … Read more
We woke up this morning fairly early – 9. Texted friends to see what was afoot for breakfast. Both of us are tired because we went to bed about 3:30, but there’s an impetus to get back to the fun. Like when you go to Disneyland (or any theme park) and you are so tired … Read more
I’m watching my son play baseball. That means on this particular afternoon, I am sitting alone along the backstop in my relatively comfortable camp chair. Today I am alone, though that’s not the norm. The grandparents didn’t make this game, and my wife is at home with my daughter. As thrilling as the game is … Read more