Thanks, guys. I needed that.
I pulled on my star-spangled underoos and tied on my super-butch cape.
I wore my unicorn T-shirt and reminded myself of the power of positive thinking.
I chewed a lot of Vitamin C tablets. I prayed. I came up with a new mantra: love, love, love.
I read and re-read your comments.
W and I reenacted that scene from Moonstruck. Snap out of it! Snap out of it! Snap out of it!
I am feeling better and butchier than ever.
I figure I needed to have my mini meltdown now and get it out if the way. It’s all clear sailing from here on out. Clear skin. Clear mind. Clear blue skies with fluffy white clouds.
As Alicia Keys would sing, this butch is on fire.
But I couldn’t have done it without you guys. Seriously, it’s like having my own cheering section.
Moving forward, I promise to do my best to represent the lesbians and the butches. Those of us who live somewhere in the middle of boy and girl, or maybe outside of the binary altogether. The late bloomers. The underdogs. Everyone who has just wanted to fit in. I will tell our stories with pride and dignity.
And that’s a whole lot easier to do when you have a team of superheroes flying by your side.
P.S. You guys look great in spandex.