Hi BOTs.
A few random thoughts for you as I sit in my seat on the plane.
1. Couldn’t find a parking spot this morning. Being late and having to park closer to the airport isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Also, no one is leaving the airport at 6:30 am.
2. Been called “sir” twice already. Yes, I am a big Butch wearing a bow tie, but it’s only inches above a giant chest (of boobs).
3. TSA was in full effect, making me pass through the imaging machine twice. I don’t have male parts and they can’t seem to get this.
4. The days of empty seats beside you on planes are gone. Unless you are a big Butch in a bow tie. Then, you frequently get an empty seat. Hahaha.
5. People who need coffee are in a bit of a club. You can seriously bond over your latte. Especially when you had time to get one and 19C didn’t.
6. Carrying your wife’s license and credit card so she can forgo a bag for the day is gallant, but you should check your wallet before you leave for a few days. I’m sorry, Gorgeous.
7. Selena Gomez’s Hands to Myself is a really good song. “I mean I could, but why would I want to?”
8. I’m finding writing to be a bit of a challenge right now. I keep thinking of things to write about and then dismissing them. So, that means not much creativity making it to the page.
Bear with me while I try to press through it?
It’s Butch to press on. Be Butch.
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About Tristan Higgins, aka Butch Jaxon
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 hard and fast rules – which is an ongoing theme in my blog (and in the comments), but those are the basics. A butch will most likely not wear makeup. A butch is often referred to as “sir” by someone who is not paying attention.
What else? I am, after all, not just a butch. I am happily married to the most amazing woman ever, and the mother of two fantastic kids. I am also a lover of, in no particular order, beer, bow ties, breasts, movies, hiking, bookstores, travel, dogs, geocaching, polar bears, the gym, music, gadgets, and more. By day, I am an intrepid corporate entertainment lawyer. Although I try hard not to be labeled as such – sporting a bleached Mohawk, for example. Think more entertainment and less corporate. By night, bring it all on!
In my blog, I talk about things from a butch perspective, but this is not just for butches. We all love our femmes. Please do not let me offend femmes, mine in particular! If you like what you read here, I hope you will comment and let me know what you think. If you do not like what you read, well, what the hell do I care? Start your own blog.
Be Butch.
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February 24th, 2016 at 10:33 AM
Definitely #7. That applies to all of us, not just the BOTs.
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February 24th, 2016 at 11:24 AM
Maybe they leave the seat open assuming someone as Butch as you is bound to attract someone gorgeous…oh, wait; you already have!
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February 24th, 2016 at 11:29 AM
Heh. Thanks, Mom. =:o)
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February 24th, 2016 at 2:14 PM
Adorable post. Adorable picture 🙂
Date: Wed, 24 Feb 2016 16:59:49 +0000 To: sh.mcgregor@live.com
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