You know...I was just thinking this morning that there's something about seeing my girlfriend in a skirt that suddenly turns me into a construction worker. I looked over this morning while we were driving in to work together and noticed that her skirt had ridden up a little bit, showing off a very nice expanse of soft brown thigh, and the next thing I knew, I had a beer belly, a hard....hat (c'mon...what'd you think I was gonna say?), and a throat full of catcalls. I very discreetly kept my mouth shut though and just allowed my mind to wander where the rest of me couldn't. There were, after all, children in the car.

It's funny because I used to really have a thing for butch girls. I liked the gender ambiguity...masculine and feminine blended in suprising ways. And I was a real sucker for that whole 'tough yet vulnerable' thing. I probably still am on some level.

But my girl....not 'tough yet vulnerable', not 'young and troubled' (another of my former weaknesses)....she's intelligent and competent and warm and smells good. If there's some gender ambiguity going on, it's that she's tough and strong in ways that are sometimes thought to be traditionally male, but physically...so female. So what I'm sayin' is....viva la femme and all that...