Sunday, 21 August 2011

Brighton Pride...

Love, Laughter, Sunshine & Pride!

Sunday, 7 August 2011

Boo goes Boating....

Just come back from a week of pure and utter tranquility. QR, Gertie and Boo went boating on the Norfolk Broads....beautiful, amazing, wondrous...

We made a great team- Boo sailing, QR jumping ashore to moor up and Gertie to hoover any crumbs on the boat!

The perfect break away from the madness of London....

Sunday, 3 July 2011

Boo to Boots....

Sporadically I get this intense feeling of utter and intense panic.

 Lately I've been getting it a lot. I think about's not the pain or process of dying- that doesn't bother me. No, it's the fear of not existing anymore. Of nothingness... the world carrying on and no me.

It terrifies me when I really think about it. I mean how utterly surreal to think that I will cease. That I will be reduced to matter, the atoms that form me will form into something else. Maybe in a few hundred years I will form part of a vehicle or a tree or a pair of boots!

I don't nor do I believe I will ever have a belief in a greater life after death in a religeous kind of way- you know- in a heaven or in re-incarnation etc. I truly believe that there is no real purpose to existance- just randomness and pure chance. I wish I had the comfort of faith- but I don't.

We as humans understand the concept of a beginning and an end and understand that death exists- I believe we have developed our belief systems as coping mechanisms.

All I know is the here and now- I try and seize the day everyday- but get bogged down by the daily stresses of an incredibly stressful job, of managing money, of negotiating relationships and affairs of the heart.

Not being scares me like nothing else. Not existing, not feeling, no sunshine on my face, not being with those I love. I love love. I love life.

Not being's too much to get my head around.

Saturday, 2 July 2011

Happy London Pride!

To all you:

Gorgeous nurses, pilots, doctors, judges, roller skaters, clones, gimps, trannies, scouts, muslims, Catholics, Christians, politicians, soldiers, students, fag hags, queers, Pakistanis, Jews, bikers, rugby players, footballers, belly dancers, lesbian moms, oldies & youngsters, sailors, scuba divers and muff divers! and everyone else on the march that made me feel so proud to be me!

Sunday, 15 May 2011

Butch as can be!


The vote was a big strap-on is butchest. Whilst motorbike and leathers is second. So I'd better make sure I strap up before I mount! (The bike that is....!)

Wednesday, 4 May 2011

Big Bad Boss Boo!

Well...Boo's pretty pleased with herself!

I recently took a risk and went for quite a big promotion at work. After countless tests, interviews... and a much dreaded presentation Boo was successful at securing a senior management position.

Boo now manages managers that manage managers that manage managers!

So for a while it's going to be busy busy Boo.

I race home from work on the bike and strip out of my grown-up clothes and climb straight into my "boy" shorts and big bad boots. I chuckle (sometimes outloud!) if only they knew...that really I'm only a 17 year old lad!
Well that's what I feel like a lot of the time. I'd rather be climbing trees, whittling a stick, rowing on the river, flying my kite...not writing preps for PQQs or compiling strategic plans! onto persuading QR the bird that I'm the boss! Now that's going to be a bigger challenge!

Monday, 28 February 2011

Fits so neatly...

Thank you. To the femme who has helped make me feel so incredibly proud to be a strong  tall-walking butch woman. She has helped me to love that I am rare.

I love to strut and swagger. I love to know that I’m a stud. I’m so comfortable with me, with my difference my masculinity - and no I don’t want to be a man. I love my femaleness. I love being a woman. Having a soft body. I’m confident and yet shy with the ladies. I have a strong masculine energy that lives within my female mind- sensitive, intelligent, gentle and emotional. I am self assured (especially in my leathers), feeling brave, fearless and and different.

For me to find a femme who swoons and who loves and desires my butchness is perfection giving me a sense of completion and satisfaction. Her softness my hardness. Her gentleness my roughness. Melting. The yin and yang fits so neatly – locks so perfectly in place.

I want to be her knight in shining armour, to be chivalrous. I open the door, I wipe her seat, I carry her bags, I  give her my coat, I protect her.

It's the femme with the strength. With just one look she has me and renders me powerless.

Wednesday, 16 February 2011

Sunnyside of the Street....

Think Happy Thoughts
Champion Silver Lining
Love All Things (not just cute cuddly things-ALL things)
& When You Do Love- Love Like They Do In Power Ballads!
(you know like on a cliff with the wind in your hair & your eyes shut. Knowing you'll never know another love like this)
Watch Out For Dog Poo
Smile At People- Even The Grumpy Ones!
Remember That Anything Is Possible
Emotional Pain Exists For A Reason Learn From It And Use It Wisely
& Whatever You Do Always Try And Look On The Brightside

Tuesday, 15 February 2011