Dancing on a waxed floor

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Dancing on a waxed floor

Walkers and stalkers and miscreants

Bejeweled by the rules of half-baked tailors

in pillared tents.

running on ice1Vandals with handicap ramps.

Day jobs for the bell bottom high waters.

Electric cars and self starters.

Public bathrooms printed in

handi-wipes.

Loud Mommas singing,

Mac the Knife.

Steaming LIVE

running on ice 2drip dry

adult diapers and

Patty Page.

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Pedophile Sunday servants.

Russian dressing bombers.

Pet Friendly abusers.

The world’s biggest losers.

Touch holes

with

touch pads.

running on ice 3Secret mercenary missionaries

gone

bad.

Polaroids on steroids.

Yahoo, Gaga,

giggles

and

vines of Googled.

Lug-heads with footballs

and

Ramen noodles.

Walk the line,

praise Be’s,

waking to the alarm

News at 6

another O.D.

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All Out

you can't cure gay
you can’t cure gay

Somehow I had forgotten that I had been a self appointed AllOut.com member…when time spent in the closet distances itself from self…one takes certain things for granted.
Yet, do we really? Is it okay to be out at work? Perhaps, but perhaps not. Yeah, I can stop hiding my lesbianism but do I really?
My thoughts are this:
Yes, I still avoid telling certain persons about being ALLOUT for it is safer and easier.

Gay Rights are Human Rights
Gay Rights are Human Rights (Photo credit: ep_jhu)

Quick example:
I live in a small New Hampshire town who’s population believes that being with a women would be fun to watch but men? No, way! When in standing conversation the term, straight is used, most people in Franklin assume you are just handing out directions.
Tonight a quiet gentlemen had inquired about my ‘boyfriend’ having seen the ring on my finger. Did I deter him from his judgment? No! The time and energy it would take to encourage understanding in the differences between the two worlds we come from was just not on the agenda for the night.

Not too long ago, this had been another scene from another bad plot:
Late one North Carolina warm summer night or possibly early morning, who knows for sure. I and my live in wish you were out of the house, lover had found our keys locked inside the trusty Ford Escort and our lives staring down the barrel of a gun and several wooden baseball bats.
The words ring in my ears to this day. Sentences spilled out from a band of bigoted young men.
Fuckin‘ dyke, I’ll give you what you need!”
Fortunately, my mouth has be known to get me out of trouble, as well as, in. Not sure what I said but the edge and the depth of the statement had been enough to give us time before a definite bad scene were to occur.
Long story short, the chips on my shoulder were built by the hands of men with short fuses and women with prejudiced minds. I suppose being ALL OUT is an ongoing process.
In ending, there is nothing worse than a lesbian with a cross to bare and a message to send. But fuck, if the times aren’t changing fast enough we must push on through!

GoogleApps / Google App Engine
GoogleApps / Google App Engine (Photo credit: davemc500hats)

Less than 24 hours ago we launched a campaign to get Apple and Google to drop a dangerous app from their stores that thinks it can ‘cure’ people of being gay. The 60-day course tells gay people they are not “born this way” and offers to help find “freedom from the bondage of homosexuality.”

And, after just 24 hours the app has disappeared from the iTunes store! Only Google is left with the harmful app still available in their online store. Tell Google to pull the app now: http://www.allout.org/gaycureapp

This amazing response came after 37,000 All Out members asked Apple and Google to pull the dangerous gay ‘cure’ app “Setting Captives Free” from their online stores. Google has a great reputation for doing what’s right, if even more of us speak out they’ll pull the app. Will you sign the petition to ask Google to join Apple and drop the gay ‘cure’ app?

No one is out of the woods until we are ALLOUT of the woods!

You Can’t Make This Shit UP!

English: Strawberry-flavored Pop Rocks candy.
English: Strawberry-flavored Pop Rocks candy. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today, while I was at work, my sister stole my iPad and tested to see if it can survive a thirty foot drop, just so she can be a youtube sensation. My apple ipad is now broken and she has 83 views. I know this is entirely off topic but I had to share it with someone!

English: A worn, black leather belt with buckle.
English: A worn, black leather belt with buckle. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Thirty some odd years ago…my sister who had been given the key to the village of weirdness that stemmed from my younger frame…of course, only when domineering catholic parents were out at play.
Well, my sister who felt it best to rule with an iron fist than to candy coat with Pop Rocks had decided that disciplining my unruly drunken 10 year old behavior with a good spanking of said, leather belt bought but not used to holding up pants, would be the only way to right the wrong. With all the grace that we later discovered she did not have the words of parental control sprang from her lips like the tiny third world wanna be leader she was.

"Sisters are doin' it for themselves
Sisters are doin’ it for themselves

‘This is gonna hurt me more than it’s gonna hurt you but it has to be done…Drop ’em!’

With one swoop of athleticism found only by blind persons playing dodge ball, the big brass buckle fell upon my head not my ass and it was of metal not of leather.
Bleeding from head to toe…lesson learned? Never leave a fool at heart in charge of the card game you will loose every time.

“Sisters are doin’ it for themselves”

Now there was a time when they used to  say-

That behind every great  man there had to be a great woman

Now in these times of  change, you know that it’s no longer true

So we’re comin’ out of the kitchen’Cause there’s somethin’  we forgot to say to you
We said,  “Sisters are doin’ it for themselves”

Standin’  on their own two feet and ringin’ on  their own bells

We said, “Sisters  are doin’ it for themselves”
Now this is a song to celebrate the  conscious liberation of the female state.  Mothers,  daughters and their daughters too, oh yeah, woman  to woman, we’re singin’ with you
The  inferior sex has got a new exterior we got doctors, lawyers, politicians too

Everybody, take a look around can  you see, can you see? Can you see  there’s a woman right next to you?
We  said, “Sisters are doin’ it for themselves,”

oh yes we are standin’ on their own two feet and  ringin’ on their own bells,  Sisters  are doin’ it for themselves
Now  we ain’t makin’ stories and we ain’t layin’ plans.

Don’t you know that a man still loves a woman when a woman still loves a man?Just  a same though
Sisters are doin’  it for themselves.

Tampon Instructions Needed

Rise Up! The System Is Broken!
Rise Up! The System Is Broken! (Photo credit: watchingfrogsboil)

“Life is divided into the horrible and the miserable.” by Woody Allen.

Open the package, Mum, open the package…I want to see what’s inside.
My Adopt-A-Mother told I had been allergic to tampons at a young age. Something to do with my genetic make-up or dirty women wear those filthy things…
Not really sure which.
My concern had been modeling naked?
How would I address that situation?

I don’t want to point out the obvious but if there is no stone to hold back the dam…the waters run free…if you know what I mean.

Now as an adult, I feel I can make those important feminine hygiene product decisions on my own.
I want to branch out. Not scented. Not slender. Not dyed to be toxic. Something simple…
So I came across bio-degradable tampons yet not quite the small triumphant for ambiguous Ambien Grace…As I had hoped.
How is the whole thing done?
You know what it come with instructions!

'never gonna get it!'
‘never gonna get it!’

Must go…there are words I don’t get and need to Google.

Thank Christ for pictures!

Conspiracy with Ambien Grace

The Way Out, or Suicidal Ideation: George Grie...
The Way Out, or Suicidal Ideation: George Grie, 2007. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

One of my readers had sent me a blurb on the effects of Ambien while being alive.

I took note of it and packed it away with the rest of the useless information I receive on a daily basis.  Items such as: growing up and how to get there, learning from the past, blowing up balloons to make the United States a safer place and dog training for dummies.

I couldn’t shake one thought however.  Could it be a conspiracy by the powers that be?  I am not afflicted with ignorance?  Have I not laid to waste the lives of so many?  Is it not true that my suicidal ideation and borderline tendencies have left many scratching their heads and asking, WTF!

the wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round!
the wheels on the bus go ’round and ’round!

Perhaps, the US government purposely and with malice in the flag of our fore fathers: encouraged white trash trailer bunnies such as my birth Mom to go ahead and fuck everything in sight.  And, by doing so, a pile of human waste starting at Lakes Region Hospital, NH, rolled down to Texas, leaving several other Ambien decedents in it’s path.

Like the masons, to which my Adopt-A-Grandpa, Ed, belonged, the society of Tucked Away but Fucked Up Ambien Workers, have infiltrated every unappreciated dumbed down nook in the fabric of our society?

I’ll have to understand more about the words I just wrote.  Perhaps, utilize Google and get back to you with an answer on that one.

For now, here’s to volunteering to paint a smiley face on the poor and impoverished, one Ambien Grace stroke at a time.

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