“You’re certainly a Macho Camacho,” one of the gentlemen in my writers’ group said to me with a big grin on his face after reading my new book.
“Or, butch, as you call it,” he added.
At first, I was puzzled. Macho Camacho? The phrase had a ring of familiarity.
“I’ll take it,” I said, picturing myself in a T-shirt with the words MACHO CAMACHO printed in big, block letters.
“You know, the boxer,” he said.
And it all came flooding back.
I’ll take it.
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What’s your butch nickname?