I wrote something a few years ago about my responses to the anti-butch among us and I told someone I’d try to find it for her. I have been looking through my old blogs to see if I could find it and so far, no luck. However, I did find this from a blog so old it’s on Diaryland:

Sometimes love isn’t romantic. Sometimes it’s about making the bed, washing the dishes, cleaning up kid puke and making wills. Sometimes it’s about “hard stuff” but in the end it’s all about the other person. And not about you at all.