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hiddenmuse) wrote2004-07-04 03:51 pm
hiddenmuse) wrote2004-07-04 03:51 pm
Femme - with Butch Moments
I saw that expression on a t-shirt at Pride, and just loved it. :)
Today, it would've been an especially appropriate shirt, since I was having a nice little Butch Moment of my own.
Some people assume that Butch Moment means that I went out and fixed some cars or something - or slammed down beers while wearing my Sunday Best Flannel and Docs. Nope, for me, getting Butch would entail doing household stuff. I can fix things around the house fairly well - done some toilet repair in the past, and recently, I have repaired the bathtub in the apartment.
Today's Moment was a complete defrost of our shoebox-sized freezer. Considering that half the space had been over-run by frost, this almost felt like a Mission: Impossible. So, what's a girl to do? Get out the hammer and a flathead screwdriver, of course! So, I spent almost 2 hours hammering and chiseling away at the ice, getting bruised and bloody knuckles in the process.
The end result? A sink full of ice, a wet floor - and a freezer that is back to full capacity, whatever that is.
Today, it would've been an especially appropriate shirt, since I was having a nice little Butch Moment of my own.
Some people assume that Butch Moment means that I went out and fixed some cars or something - or slammed down beers while wearing my Sunday Best Flannel and Docs. Nope, for me, getting Butch would entail doing household stuff. I can fix things around the house fairly well - done some toilet repair in the past, and recently, I have repaired the bathtub in the apartment.
Today's Moment was a complete defrost of our shoebox-sized freezer. Considering that half the space had been over-run by frost, this almost felt like a Mission: Impossible. So, what's a girl to do? Get out the hammer and a flathead screwdriver, of course! So, I spent almost 2 hours hammering and chiseling away at the ice, getting bruised and bloody knuckles in the process.
The end result? A sink full of ice, a wet floor - and a freezer that is back to full capacity, whatever that is.
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Years ago, my big schtick with my "gay boyfriend" (in other words, my fag) was the fact that I wore a floral dress with Doc Marten boots, and spat on the pavement while in said attire.
I think he'd be proud of me for carrying on with my butch moments from time to time. ;)