So, it’s been a while. Remember me?
I’ve been busy with life. Kids and cats. The wife. But mostly life. Ups and downs.
I know, it’s no excuse. You felt abandoned. I hear you, and I’m sorry.
The real reason I haven’t posted in almost three months is because I’ve been thinking about this blog and whether it still suits me.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of my posts and the many on-line relationships I’ve formed through The Flannel Files.
The Flannel Files was the start of so many good things for me. It was my entry into writing and, in many ways, the lesbian community.
I was looking for my voice, and I found it.
At the time, I needed to blog anonymously. I wasn’t strong enough or confident enough to write under my own name. I didn’t know who I was as a writer and was still figuring out where I fit in the LGBTQIA alphabet. I was vulnerable (never, ever repeat this) and needed to wrap myself in flannel-forged armor.
I’m not the same person.
I have a new book launching in a few days, and I’m figuring out my intentions for that book. I’m deciding how I want to move forward with my writing. And how I want to move forward as a butch lesbian in a world in which we’re about as rare as a lesbian who doesn’t own a caribiner.
So, this isn’t farewell.
If I do end up leaving The Flannel Files, I’ll give you a proper goodbye. Maybe not a hug but a firm handshake and a silent head nod directed at all the butches out there.
And of course, I’ll hold the door open for the femmes before I close it shut.
Because I owe you all so much. These words are mine, but you’ve read them so gently and with such an open and generous heart.
Before I get too teary (butches don’t cry, their eyes sweat), I want to plug my new book, My Mother Says Drums Are for Boys: True Stories for Gender Rebels. The e-book is available now for pre-order and will be available for sale on Aug. 1. The print book will be available a few days after that.
Buy it and read a letter from me to my mullet, instructions on how to be an Amazon and a list of songs I was obsessed with that should have alerted me to the fact that I liked girls way back in the day.
“Hot for Teacher” anyone?