Dear Butch,
Three years ago today I sat down and wrote my first blog posting. Three years seems like a lifetime away.
I have abandoned you all for several months now. Many have reached out in support, love, and encouragement. Too all of you, my heart thanks you. I had to take some time this summer to heal, grieve, and figure out the mess that I was left after my breakup with T-Rex…which I must congratulate him on his recent engagement, if he is in fact still reading this.
My world is slowly piecing back together. I have traveled, drank, and cried. I put all of my remnants of T-Rex away in a box and burned sage in my apartment. I got my first tattoo and officiated a wedding. I danced with friends four nights in a row over Pride weekend. I did more yoga then I care to admit. I ate great meals with friends and family. I learned that I could breath without my heart hurting.
I don’t have my shit together, but at least it feels less scattered.
I finally feel l like I have something to say that doesn’t involve T-Rex. I have a whole collection of stories to share, advice to hand out, and a major interview coming up. I want to rediscover my voice and have it gain epic strengthen. I just want to move forward. I need to move forward.
Please, take me back.
Love,
Femme
Dear Butch, ... Love, Femme 