Fits Like a Glove…on the Wrong Hand

It’s funny how I fit into the straight parenting world. I’m not comfy with “the moms” but it’s not like I feel totally in sync with “the dads.” Again, I cannot help but ponder on the differences, albeit slight, in being butch. Take my son’s t-ball practice. I took him to his first one and … Read more

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better

Today’s musing starts at the gym.  This afternoon I worked out next to Gerald McCoy, a defensive tackle for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers.  This guy gives new meaning to the word “huge.”  He goes 6’4” and 295 pounds according to the NFL stat page.  I didn’t see any fat on him; how can you weigh … Read more

Wait for it …

I would like to talk about a serious problem. Something so rampant and disturbing that there should be a slew of 501c3 organizations dedicated to eradicating it. Maybe even a telethon. Waiting for my femme to get ready. I feel like I spend half my life waiting for her to be ready. Ok, that’s an … Read more

Stone Butch Beer: A trip to Stone Brewery

My work day ended yesterday with a trip to Stone Brewing World Bistro & Gardens – a kind of Mecca for beer lovers, butch and otherwise.  The reason was bad, a farewell for a laid off colleague, but he was in good spirits and the beer was very good.  Stone is a big, gorgeous facility. … Read more

I am a butch.

I am a butch. This blog is about what I think. If you do not know what butch means, you are probably on the wrong blog. In the interests of inclusion, though, I can tell you that “butch” means a lesbian that is big, strong, tough, more macho, less girly. Of course, there are no … Read more

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