I was shocked by the response to my last few posts on butch-centric matters.
I thought the topic would only interest folks just like Middle-age butch. (Imagine a room filled with flannel-clad women sporting spiky, short haircuts and Dr. Marten’s 8 eye boots.)
Turns out that just about everyone has a little butch inside them.
There’s the classic femme who started out as a butch but ultimately ditched her cherry chapstick for red lipstick and her hair gel for a giant spray can of Big Sexy Hair.
The tomboy, the jock, the race car driver, the single mother and the Supreme Court justice. The single gal who can fix a plumbing leak and the gardener who likes to play in the dirt.
There’s a million shades of butch. And some don’t even involve flannel shirts or tattoos. Imagine that.
It’s who you are and where you’re going. It’s a state of mind. An attitude. It’s confidence and capability topped off with just the right amount of swagger.
My butch might not look like your butch or your partner’s butch or any other butch that you know.
And that’s my current quest. To become my best butch.
As part of my journey, I’ve decided that I need to start taking better care of myself. While beer and bacon might seem exceedingly butch, eating them (separate or together) might not be conducive to my transformation into becoming the best butch that I can be.
With that said, I thought I’d release a few goals into the blogosphere to set an intention and help with accountability. I’m sure no one will show up at my door if I eat an entire box of Girl Scout cookies (are those boxes small, or is it just me?), but it can’t hurt to write them down.
* Forgo all energy drinks. I don’t know how it happened, but I recently became addicted to Red Bull. Something about the taste (liquid sweet tarts) and the slim blue, red and silver can (shiny). Seems like something Wonder Woman would drink.
* Limit myself to one diet soda per day. Studies show that diet soda makes your body crave sweet things like Girl Scout cookies and Halle Berry.
* Stop eating after 7 p.m.
* Make better food choices, like substituting salads for cupcakes and carrots for bacon.
It’s all part of my madcap plan. The becoming-my-best-butch plan.
I’ll keep you all posted.
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Be your best butch. Remember, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step of your Dr. Marten’s.