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.
Monday, 28 February 2011
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
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
Thursday, 3 February 2011
Pain in the Arse!
I'm good with pain. Hard as nails me. Seriously...pain doesn't bother me...
But this morning I woke up feeling grey and shaking. As I got out of bed a searing pain shot through my inner core. I fell to the floor unable to stand and crawled on my hands and knees to the toilet- much to Gertie's amusement! (No Gertie I am NOT playing with the damn ball!) Desperate though I was I couldn't wee.
It's known as Proctalgia fugax. A symptom of IBS. It's a pain so extreme that it feels like I'm dying! Dramatic I know. But the whole colon goes into spasm- like someone has rammed a steel rod up your arse all the way up to your chest (yes I know a turn on for some but certainly not my cup of tea!) It's painful to breath, to stand or walk, to sit, you just have to lie down. Gertie was desperate to wee...I managed to let her into the garden then collapsed in my hall in a heap on the floor. Riddled with pain and ashamed as I am...I welled up with an overwhelming feeling of self pity and started to bawl my eyes out like a baby.
It's sunny outside and I want to get on the motorbike, go for a swim and zoom into work...but I can't move. It's starting to pass now- it should only last a few minutes but this attack's lasted an hour. I'm in bed feeling very sorry for myself and very alone.
Poor Boo!
But this morning I woke up feeling grey and shaking. As I got out of bed a searing pain shot through my inner core. I fell to the floor unable to stand and crawled on my hands and knees to the toilet- much to Gertie's amusement! (No Gertie I am NOT playing with the damn ball!) Desperate though I was I couldn't wee.
It's known as Proctalgia fugax. A symptom of IBS. It's a pain so extreme that it feels like I'm dying! Dramatic I know. But the whole colon goes into spasm- like someone has rammed a steel rod up your arse all the way up to your chest (yes I know a turn on for some but certainly not my cup of tea!) It's painful to breath, to stand or walk, to sit, you just have to lie down. Gertie was desperate to wee...I managed to let her into the garden then collapsed in my hall in a heap on the floor. Riddled with pain and ashamed as I am...I welled up with an overwhelming feeling of self pity and started to bawl my eyes out like a baby.
It's sunny outside and I want to get on the motorbike, go for a swim and zoom into work...but I can't move. It's starting to pass now- it should only last a few minutes but this attack's lasted an hour. I'm in bed feeling very sorry for myself and very alone.
Poor Boo!
Wednesday, 8 December 2010
Thursday, 18 November 2010
Monday, 15 November 2010
Tuesday, 6 July 2010
Thursday, 3 June 2010
I LOVE that......
I'm different
I carry the rubbish out
I climb trees
I ride my motorbike like a superhero
I walk tall
I sit with my legs wide open
I'm one of the lads
I'm one of the girls
I'm the boss
I wear big boots
I love digging
I'm a stud
I wear a suit and tie
I'm rough
I wear leathers
I'm soft
She gets me
All of me.....
I carry the rubbish out
I climb trees
I ride my motorbike like a superhero
I walk tall
I sit with my legs wide open
I'm one of the lads
I'm one of the girls
I'm the boss
I wear big boots
I love digging
I'm a stud
I wear a suit and tie
I'm rough
I wear leathers
I'm soft
She gets me
All of me.....
Thursday, 20 May 2010
Monday, 17 May 2010
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
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