My Gay Cats…

It has been said before…but why can’t humans be more like cats.  I am not certain if all my cats are gay…Typically, they don’t like anyone!

“You gay?” “Oh, I wouldn’t say I was gay. I’d just say I was enchanted.” “Me too.” - Rita Mae Brown
“You gay?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say I was gay. I’d just say I was enchanted.”
“Me too.”
– Rita Mae Brown


L is 4 the Way U Look at Me

It had been awhile sense the LOOK.  I had seen it coming ’round a corner at the local grocery store.  It is usually accompanied by a person who does not know me but feels that know enough about my kind to cast a LOOK!

The LOOK is notorious amongst my ‘kind’ and needs little introduction.

My partner knew of which I spoke. She had seen that ‘Look’ before too! Let me describe for you the ‘Look’ and perhaps, some of you will know what I’m talking about, as well. Description of the ‘Look’ The facial expression is never any different whether it is on a woman or a man! It is a scowl coupled with a hatred born from ages of tyranny. The disdain and repulsiveness is not from the scowl but from the eyes! Again, it is never any different whether it is from a man or a woman. The eyes, be them blue, green, hazel or brown, become black slits. Almost invisible to those of us without twenty-twenty vision. Yet, none of ‘Us’ really need to look these people in the eye because we can sense the ‘Presence’. The ‘Presence’ is remarkable in that it only carries one tone; vanity mixed with ignorance lacking charity. What happens when you turn your back on the ‘Look’ that denotes a ‘Presence’ of popular majority? I can only describe the ‘Feeling’ which is aroused! The ‘Feeling’ retreats way back into the archives of my younger years. A sense of sadness. A notion of not being good enough, ridiculed, scared and most importantly, alone! The ‘Question’ is always what follows the memories of ‘Feeling’ a ‘Presence’ of a ‘Look’ that I’ve known for so many years: Why was I born this way? Why don’t people like me? How come I feel so different? And, for those of us older than Rainbow flags and Pride Parades, who can I talk to? Let’s face it, I’m gay. Many other out there are, as well. We don’t want to walk into a church, a store, a job interview, a business meeting, with our ‘Pride’ on our sleeves. We do want to walk on our city streets, into our town hall meetings, our Earth Day celebrations, without the ‘Look’. The ‘Look’ that has caused 1 in 3 homosexuals to take their own lives. The ‘Look’ that won’t allow us to openly care for each other. The ‘Look’ that claims we are deviants to society though, most crimes are committed by middle class, heterosexuals white males. If I were granted just one wish it would be simple: To never feel reduced, hated, sad, misplaced and unwanted by the ‘Look’ ever again!

My dog is transgendered.  I know she is.  I believe from the moment she popped out of the vaginal shoot…she had every intention of being a ‘boy’. Sadly, she is not.  She pisses like a boy.  Picks random pointless and nonsensical fights with neighborhood dogs like a boy. And, up until recently, she humped my one male dog, you guessed it, as though, he were a girl.  Mattie despises everything pretty.  If she can’t mark it with her scent it ‘ain’t worth pissing on’.  I accepted this about her.  I embraced it.  I encouraged non restrictive unisex doggie training.  She is what she and that is all she will ever be.

Can a world imagine this possibility when it comes to its own human race?  That we are who we were meant to be and the less interference with the laws of nature the better off and more serene we all will be.

For a moment, let’s pretend that I put a pink camo dog jacket on my dominant dog.  I painted her nails…as is all the rage amongst the pussy breeds.  I walk her on a leash showered with rhinestone and tugged and pulled and fussed and pissed and moaned when she began her one leg up urea pointed diagonally Male dog routine. Mattie would be unhappy.  Confused.  And, most importantly, the loving bond between us would never have room to grow.

I ‘LOOK’ at it this way.  Is she hurting me?  Is she hurting herself?  And, of legal importance, is she harming others? NO!

Stated before by much more imaginative and deeper thinkers than I is this simple idea:

‘do unto others as you would have done to you!’

I have spent years entrenched in unconditional love.  A love that arrives on four legs and licks the salt from my tears away.  Tears that are shed for a world that accounts for difference as a tick that needs burning.  Tears for a land of beings trying to get the human condition wrapped up around an unknown and cunning ailment called HATE!

The following is a paid for by LOVE company advertisement.  It’s only hope had been to unite the world as it lives today.

But as my grandmother used to say,

‘when you stir a pot of goulash only the fat will rise to the top…all the good stuff will remain to be seen.’

Nabisco should be ashamed of themselves for their latest Honey Maid and Teddy Graham cracker commercial where they attempt to normalize sin. Right away it shows two men with a baby, followed by other families, and ends with different families pictured including the one with two dads. This commercial not only promotes homosexuality, but then calls the scene in the advertisement wholesome.


“One Million Moms stands up for biblical truth, which is very clear in Romans 1:26-27, about this particular type of sexual perversion…this is truly sad. If this is what Honey Maid thinks is wholesome, then my family will no longer purchase Honey Maid or Nabisco products,” ended the statement.”

-1 Million Moms


“Guess there will be one less overweight, looks like a dyke, talks like a lesbian, polyester clad middle-age woman at the Women’s Festival all you can eat S’more’s contest this year.”

-1 Randomwordbyruth



Pasta served with Family Values

Move Over Pasta, Let ‘em eat Chik-Fil-A instead

September 29, 2013 by 

Barilla said: “For us the concept of the sacred family remains one of the basic values of the company. I would not do it but not out of a lack of respect for homosexuals who have the right to do what they want without bothering others … [but] I don’t see things like they do and I think the family that we speak to is a classic family.”

Dear MoveOn member,

My family, and especially my 12-year-old son, eats a lot of pasta—and my wife and I have often chosen Barilla Pasta because of the wide variety available at our local grocery store.

No more. Yesterday, Barilla Pasta President Guido Barilla made it clear how he felt about families like mine by saying that he’d never show gay families in advertisements for Barilla. He said that gays “can go eat someone else’s pasta” if they didn’t like his message.1

I’m taking him up on that and so should you. Sign the petition to tell Guido Barilla that you stand with gay families and won’t buy Barilla.

That’s why I started a petition to the Barilla Pasta company, which says:

Barilla Pasta President Guido Barilla’s statement that he’d never consider showing gay families in his advertisements is outrageous. I’m supporting gay families by boycotting Barilla Pasta.

Click here to add your name to this petition, and then pass it along to your friends.


Beth Allen


RandomwordbyRuth editorial response to Pasta:


There are many certainties in life:

People who receive a license after the age of thirty should stay home and watch Dr. Phil and leave the ‘real’ driving to the text hungry teenagers.

The straightest line between an Irish woman cooking an authentic Italian meal is a quick stop at the bathroom that has earth friendly reading material.

Lesbians can’t dance and gay men cannot wear flannel.

It is unfortunate that Barilla along with Chick-Fil-A and the Salvation ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ Army have found themselves in a pot of boiling angry lesbian and pissed of queers stew!

That being said, however, the other certainty in rainbow land?


No self respecting metero-sexual and/or gay male would be caught out of the closet divulging on a plate of carbs!  For that matter, most lesbians prefer a hungry gal’s meal: mashed potato and ketchup with a big slab of carnivore delights on the side.

Research shows that we are all too big for our britches anyway.  Most of us coming in with a B.M.I. of two tons past healthy weight.

Who will be next?

Rumor has it Alec Baldwin and Paula Deen will be co-hosting a new made for homophobic cracker’s TV talent show: STRAIGHT TALK

those damn peace loving pasta eating homosexuals


Revolving ’round the Rainbow

Sing Out
You can make it all true.
And you can make it undo

Back before Rainbows were known to exist other than in the light of day…after a fresh and linen covered spring rain, I had thought something amiss.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like the God I had been shown. It had been more of a fear based and obscure presence that never released its grip on me.
Hatred, hangings, crosses to bare and/or bear and sins over running my beer mug! How distant the feelings I had been? No further away than the ache within my heart.
‘Was I bad? Had there been a mistake? Will this strange and unusual creature of habit…Me, change her ever-present freak stripes?’
Did I know gay? Brevity, maybe? Men with odd tastes for polyester and spangles. Or, perhaps, the ‘gay’ twenties where the roar came from the pits of rooms locked behind store fronts with no names.
Somewhere between the playing out of roles: Who gets to be Sabrina and who gets to be Farrah/Jill? Somehow linked from one end of the Good News Bible and my passion for watering down my ache. Between the sheets and not discrete attempts at playing ‘straight’…it all came out wrong like a bad love song.
I cried, of course, I shed tears…I do to this day.
How is it my parent’s child cannot be straight? What a disappointment, once again, in the normal kids rule class?
It is a shame my grandfather disowned me with words. It is an abomination to mankind and a sore on the ass of the world, he would have most likely whispered loudly to his uniformed friends.
The train that took me so many times before into a land of semi comfort and acceptance left South station and never looked for me again.
How difficult it must be not to know where to begin your history…when your past has been clouded by bias and poor judgement by the powers that be.
In the end, I sat a six-pack down on an oak table in the heart of This Land is Your Land, New Hampshire. I shook and wondered what will become of me? I waited until she arrived. She held my first hand in life and most likely, I will hold her hand as she departs for greener pastures.
‘I have something you need to know…I can’t hide it anymore. It’s just how it is!’
No response from her or a language of body movements would have helped. Yet, those too seemed to have left the room.
‘I am GAY! I’ve tried to not be…but it just ain’t working.’
These were the rhetorical words that still carry the burden of my nonconformist ways today. An ark in which I feel safe enough to unveil even the darkest of truths.

LIfe...making a difference everyday
LIfe…making a difference everyday

“Oh, is that it? I was waiting for you to figure that out! As long as you’re happy!”
We never really understand the understanding statements we make until the clouds lift and we see the light. My mother, bless her sainted heart, most likely felt she didn’t say enough.
My mother had said with few words what the world should be learning in school everyday:

…as long as you’re happy…

Really isn’t that all that matters when it comes to matters of the heart?

if you want to sing out
sing out.
And if you want to be free
be free.
‘Cause there’s a million things to be.
You know that there are.
And if you want to live high
live high.
And if you want to live low
live low.
‘Cause there’s a million ways to go.
You know that there are.

You can do what you want.
The opportunity’s on.
And if you find a new way

you can do it today.
You can make it all true.
And you can make it undo
you see.
it’s easy.
you only need to know.

if you want to say yes
say yes.
And if you want to say no
say no.
Cause there’s a million ways to go.
You know that there are.
And if you want to be me
be me.
And if you want to be you
be you.
Cause thee’s a million things to do.
You know that there are.


Gay Men and their Imperatives

To care take for two gay men whilst struggling to becoming a Not So Famous author can be a daunting task for anyone. For that matter, most persons not of the homosexual nature, often group to towns together…when they are indeed world’s apart.

Fist up in the air  Mine used to be up there  You only give yourself away  Paint your roses black and blue  Use the fuck word I can too  When I have nothing else to say
Fist up in the air
Mine used to be up there
You only give yourself away
Paint your roses black and blue
Use the fuck word I can too
When I have nothing else to say

Lesbians and Gay Men!
A group of Not Swinging Dick gals for instance find certain things are needed when keeping the fortress looking good as new.
Flannel shirts, a pair of shit kicking work boots, ducts tape- black, a hatchet, a Swiss army knife, angry lesbian music on the MP3 player and at least one out of control dog named after and ugly female relative. Say, Matilda or Gladys.
What is imperative to the gay male population? Often weird and not easily understood frump, pomp and circumstance and a sense of urgency when there had been none two seconds ago.

Love ain't a dyin' art  As far as I can see  Oh, sentimental me
Love ain’t a dyin’ art
As far as I can see
Oh, sentimental me

With a house built circa 1804 water is always an issue. If it isn’t coming from the ceiling and can be spotted in the basement ALA Stephen King’s next novel. Of course, that point of get out of town quick and abort the mission seems of vast importance to me…I am a lesbian.
Water to a gay male means…is the pool filled, has Paula come to clean it and have we plenty of Fuji crystal clear from the belly of the Buddha bottled water for the guests?
As the words, I think the landscaper has decided to abandoned ship springs from the mouth of a weathered leathered lesbian.
The current quote of the month from the proud of rainbows male?
‘Lot’s of flowers, are there lot’s of flowers and make sure there are lot’s of flowers.’

You'd rather flip the bird  I'd rather show you signs of peace
You’d rather flip the bird
I’d rather show you signs of peace

Certainly this whole adventure has been placed on a learning curve for it is typically said of the gay female population…them gals sure know how to mow a lawn.
My curve is currently residing between the knee deep water in the basement and the vats of vastly populating vines of poison ivy hangin from those lovely potted plants.
In ending, when caretaking as a good earth lesbian the word ‘rustic’ should be thrown about often.
When dictating directions from somewhere in L.A., homosapien homosexual man with good intentions come ’round, the word of the phrase of the week is, everything should look pretty!

Here we go again  We may never change  So you can call me Pollyanne
Here we go again
We may never change
So you can call me Pollyanne