Sunday, September 11, 2011


I haven't figured out how to stop suddenly when I'm driving and see a possible butch walking by, usually the other way down the street, or across it.

I'm acutely aware when I miss an opportunity and because I'm so focused on seeing, I haven't seen many (well, that and I am busy with my kids, writing, work). I may have to take a trip to the College Avenue Trader Joe's soon. That's always prime with queers of all types. I feel the urge to be out more on my quest; it's like I'm on a treasure hunt and I don't want a day to go by without a new butch.


  1. This is fantastic. I immediately thought this was an amazing idea before I realized it was you doing it. It reminds me of the main way I interact with butches because although I am mostly a failure at actually talking with butches in real life, seeing them on the street gives me a wonderful feeling of hope, love and admiration. I hope you stick with it!


  2. treasure hunt? is that what the kids are calling it these days?