Skull Kandy

I know I've been MIA but I'm back and ready to RANT!!!

2011-11-22T19:43:00.000-08:00

I have been nothing but PISSED OFF lately and a plethora of ignorance just keeps on coming. First let me say that I am beyond pissed off that I just read an article about what will FINALLY be done about the students that bullied Jamey Rodemeyer to his own suicide. Or should I say what WILL NOT done. After hundreds of hours of interviews, investigation, statements the dumbass Amherst Police Department have decided that there will be absolutely NO CONSEQUENCES for these little tyrants! Why you ask? Because Jamey Rodemeyer is dead and therefore cannot testify against them. ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME!!
Jamey is not alive to attest to any of the incidents involved, which most frequently involved subjecting the teen to gay slurs. Jamey had identified himself as bisexual and gay over the course of the last year prior to his death.

“In most cases, you need a victim and a complaint,” Amherst Police Chief John Askey said.

Read a wonderful article about it on Unicorn Booty

There is so much lunacy and stupid shit going on in the world that if you're NOT PISSED OFF, YOU'RE NOT PAYING ATTENTION! Several gay people now being burned alive, beaten and ignored until they are dead or scarred so badly they will forever have battle scars. Transgender kids being bullied by their own school staff, being suspended for having to pee! The most faith based, hateful, ignorant GOP candidates that I have ever had the displeasure of having to witness. Sometimes I just want to plug my ears, close my ears and scream because I am terrified to think which of these morons will be voted in as our next president. Why don't we just get an intelligent well versed gay man to run for once, I bet he would be open minded enough to see the whole picture of what this country needs! Then their are horrible parents who are allowed to have their children, allowed to abuse and neglect them and still they stay in their care. There are these horror stories everyday of no one noticing mistreatment and abuse of children until it is to late and something tragic happens, drug addicts, alcoholics doing horrible things are allowed to still have their children or are allowed to have more children and keep custody. But people who are truly loving, caring, compassionate parents have their kids taken by people who lie to do so. No one is perfect, everyone mistakes, especially as parents. Children certainly don't come with handbooks but more attention needs to be paid to the truly neglectful parents and not tear the hearts out of the parents who truly love and want their children. And there should definitely be more consideration taken into account when it comes to the person that the children are placed with or are allowed to take guardianship. This world is going to hell in a hand basket and in the meantime those of us with common sense are screaming and tearing our hair out at the stupidity running rampant through our society, government, and social systems. This brings me to another point that is grating my nerves. The Occupy Wall Street movement, I think it is an incredible movement and has been a long time coming. Those who think it is a crock and say it is just people whining for a handout or just don't want to work for their money need to OPEN THEIR EYES, so many jobs have been cut, out sourced or computerized, jobs are few and far between for one, for two their are many people that support this movement that work very hard, the movement is about our country coming back to a democracy like it is supposed to be, for fairness in all things, don't give big companies tax breaks, don't pay companies, BP for example, to clean up their own messes. Stop giving more money to big companies when you are cutting funds from schools, social programs, programs to help kids, etc, etc....And now because the government is so pissed off about the majority who refuse to remain silent that they are taking violent action and using unnecessary force to try and get these people out of the way. They are shutting out the media so they don't get the attention they deserve but luckily we have great strides in cell phone cameras and posting to the internet and such. Brutalizing peaceful protesters, I've even seen where they maced an 84 year old woman! Check out occupywallst.org for updates and things going on in the movement. Or Check out LoudMouthRadio on facebook...which is hosted in part by the very sexy Otep herself!

Rick Santorum is a sick and twisted lunatic

2011-11-09T21:25:00.000-08:00

Oh how much more could I hate Rick Santorum? Well he just keeps doing dumb ass things to just push me a little further into my anti- Rick Scrotorum Campaign. Soon I will start making fact sheets, fliers and posters. This time Scumtorum, honored a child molester. Yup you heard (read?) me right, honored a child molester and for what you ask? An "Angel in Adoption" award. Nine years ago, Scrotorum thought enough of Jerry Sandusky to sponsor the former Penn State defense coordinator for a " Congressional Angels in Adoption" award, citing his work with a non-profit group that he founded to provide care for foster children.

"It's philosophy is simple: it is easier to develop a child than to rehabilitate an adult," stated the citation in the awards dinner program from September 24th 2002.

On Tuesday Santorum told ABC news that this man deserved the benefit of the doubt because he has " served in such distinction for all those years."

Rick Santorum is a fucking idiot not only has he based his entirely ludacris campaign on religion and bigoted opinions, but he has basically came out and said that you are only a worthy american aka human being according to his morals if you are a white, straight, Christian, who is married and has a hive mind. Apparently as long as you are these things, it doesn't even matter if you're a child molester who was caught raping children in the Penn State locker room showers! You're still ok with Rick Santorum as long as you are exactly as he thinks you should be. You know who else had a certain people who were superior and a certain kind of people who so hated? Adolf Hitler! We are not sheeple asshole! Go choke! For fuck's sake just do us all a favor and drop off the face of the earth! Grrrrrrr!!!

Stop getting your panties in a bunch about dudes wearing make-up...aren't we past this?

2011-11-04T22:36:00.000-07:00

I know that at this point in the game nothing should surprise me about bigoted, ignorant teachers, and not having any fairness, equality or protection for the kids that are different. Yet still I have to shake my head when I read an article that is ridiculous. Guys have been wearing make up for as long as I can remember, whether it be punk or goth guys, guys on tv, I watched wrestling as a kid and guys on there definitely did. In high school we had guys who wore eyeliner or whatever and guess what? No one cared!! So a school principal getting his panties in a bunch about a gay kid wearing make-up after school ended is kind of absurd. I've known a few guys that were make up, on some guys it looks really good, it looks hot even. But giving a kid 3 days of in school suspension for wearing make up, after school was out especially is ridiculous. Between the 80's and now haven't we gotten past this for fuck's sake. Don't we have more important things to deal with? Like hmmm maybe, kids bullying other kids to death! Give it the fuck up already, focus on educating our children instead of violating their freedom of expression asshats.

I'm so fucking ashamed of our country right now....

2011-11-03T23:55:00.000-07:00

First let me say that I am well aware of how much I need to appreciate the freedoms we have living in this country. Believe me, not only am I a huge bleeding heart when it comes to inequality or sub-standard living for anyone but my father is in the military and has been deployed overseas. He only recently came home and then in less then 6 months had to move almost 3000 miles away from me. If I could save the world I would, but I can barely take care of my own family. Oh ya, and our own country needs to WAKE THE FUCK UP!!! I just read an article about a law passed today in Michigan that seriously has me so pissed I want to scream. This law is supposed to be an anti bullying law, one of those things the people who ignorantly run our country put into place to protect the children. Ya well these fucking idiots did a great job of making sure the exact opposite was put in place. The worst part of this law is that so many people had lobbied and rallied for it, especially because it was called Matt's Safe School Law. Named after a 14 year old boy who was bullied to the point of taking his own life in 2002. It's so sick and twisted that what was supposed to be something great, put in place to protect all kids from all bullies and then it outlines how bullying is ok if you use certain excuses. According to the joke of a law it's even ok if the staff of the school bully as long as it's for a strong moral or religious belief. Seriously? I call BULLSHIT! The law would have been a great asset to the state and a great example to the rest of the country had it gone through the way it was supposed to and could of saved thousands of lives but just a half an hour before it was set to be voted on a last minute addition by senate republicans was added that would allow an exception to the law for “a sincerely held religious belief or moral conviction of a school employee, school volunteer, pupil, or a pupil’s parent or guardian.” You can read a great article about it and see a "no vote response" that is ABSOLUTELY commendable by Senate Minority Leader Gretchen Whitmer here. I applaud her response and feel that she said it perfectly, as a mother I can almost feel her emotion as you can see and hear her on the brink of tears in some parts on her response. The Republicans in Michigan not only just put the children in their state in further danger but they just outlined an excuse for bullies to let them get away with it! And for what? A political Agenda....We hear all this talk about the "gay agenda", I've been openly queer for almost 9 years and I'm still not really clear on what this "gay agenda" is?? Is it because we seek to have the same basic human rights that "straight" people do? Because we ask to be respected as people like, oh say, everyone else? Because we are NOT sub-human? We are just like everyone else. I'm sure even these uptight tyrants of a civil humanity *gasp* know a gay person! They probably don't even know that they've had conversations, interactions, perhaps even..dare I say it... touched, one of us! But us sneaky, sneaky gay people are so good at blending in because as hard as it is to wrap one's head around, we're brought up the same way everyone else is. We are in fact born this way! This bullshit has led me to one of my favorite songs by my FAVORITE band Otep. It is definitely a fitting song for what happened today, Otep Shamaya is a lyrical genius, she screams things so perfectly.

An Amazingly inspirational story

2011-11-02T21:02:00.000-07:00

Am I Blue....By Bruce Coville

It started the day Butch Carrigan decided I was interested in jumping his bones.
“You little fruit,” he snarled. “I’ll teach you to look at me!”
A moment or two later he had given me my lesson.
I was still lying facedown in the puddle into which Butch had slammed me as the
culminating exercise of my learning experience when I heard a clear voice exclaim, “Oh,
my dear! That was nasty. Are you all right, Vince?”
Turning my head to my left, I saw a pair of brown docksiders, topped by khaki pants.
Given the muddy condition of the sidewalks, pants and shoes were both ridiculously clean.
I rolled onto my side and looked up. The loafers belonged to a tall, slender man. He had
dark hair, a neat mustache, and a sweater slung over his shoulders. He was kind of
handsome—almost pretty. He wore a gold ring in his left ear. He looked to be about thirty.
“Who are you?” I asked suspiciously.
“Your fairy godfather. My name is Melvin. Come on, stand up and let’s see if we can’t do
something with you.”
“Are you making fun of me?” I asked. After Butch’s last attack I had had about enough of
people calling me a fruit for one day.
“Moi?” cried the man, arching his eyebrows and laying a hand on his chest. “Listen,
honey, I have nothing but sympathy for you. I had to deal with my share of troglodytes
when I was your age, and I know it’s no fun. I’m here to help.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I told you, I’m your fairy godfather.”
He waited for me to say something, but I just sat in the puddle, glaring at him. (It was
uncomfortable, but I was already soaked right through my undershorts, so it didn’t make
that much difference.)
“You know,” he said encouragingly. “Like in ‘Cinderella’?”
“Go away and let me suffer in peace,” I growled, splashing muddy water at him.
He flinched and frowned, but it was a reflex action; the water that struck his pants vanished 2
without a trace.
I blinked, and splashed at him again, this time spattering a double handful of dirty water
across his legs.
“Are you angry or just making a fashion statement?” he asked.
I felt a little chill. No spot or mark of moisture could be seen on the perfectly pressed
khakis. “How did you do that?” I asked.
He just smiled and said, “Do you want your three wishes or not, Vincent?”
I climbed out of the puddle. “What’s going on here?” I asked.
He made a tsking sound. “I think it’s pretty obvious,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Come on,
let’s go get a cup of coffee and talk. All your questions will be answered in good time.”
The first question I thought of was “How much trouble is it going to give me to be seen with
this guy?” With Butch and his crowd already calling me “faggot” and “fruit,” walking around
with a guy who moved the way Melvin did wasn’t going to do anything to improve the
situation.
The first question I actually asked was “Do you have to walk like that?”
“Like what?”
“You know,” I said, blushing a little. “So swishy.”
Melvin stopped. “Honey, I gave my life to be able to walk like this. Don’t you dare try to
stop me now.”
“Don’t call me honey!” I snapped.
He sighed and rolled his eyes toward the sky. “I can’t say you didn’t warn me,” he said,
clearly not speaking to me.
We went to a little cafe on Morton Street called Pete’s. It’s mostly frequented by kids from
the university, but some of the high school kids hang out there as well, especially kids from
the theater group.
“Not bad,” said Melvin as we entered. “Brings back memories.”
Things were slow, and we found a corner table where we could talk in private.
“Okay,” I said, “what’s going on?” 3
I won’t relate the first part of the conversation, because you’ve probably read a lot of things
like it before. I couldn’t believe what he was saying was real, so I kept trying to figure out
what this was really about—-Candid Camera, an elaborate practical joke, that kind of
thing. But after he instantly dried my puddle-soaked pants by snapping his fingers, I had to
accept it: Whether or not he was actually my fairy godfather, this guy was doing real magic
left and right.
“Okay, if you’re real,” I said, lifting my coffee (which had changed from plain coffee to
Swiss double mocha while I was drinking it), “then tell me how come I never heard of fairy
godfathers before.”
“Because I’m the first.”
“Care to explain that?”
“Certainly. Once you buy the farm, you get some choices on the other side. What kind of
choices depends on the usual stuff—how good you’ve been and so on. Well, I was going
up and not down, and it was pretty much expected that I would just opt to be an angel;
tracking system, you know. But I said I didn’t want to be anyone’s guardian angel, I
wanted to be a fairy godfather.”
He took a sip of coffee and rolled his eyes. “Let me tell you, that caused a hullabaloo! But
I said people had been calling me a fairy all my life, and now that I was dead, that was
what I wanted to be. Then I told them if they didn’t let me be a fairy godfather, I was going
to bring charges of sexism against them. So they let me in. You’re my first case.”
“Does that have any significance?” I asked nervously.
“What do you mean?”
“Me being your first case. Does that mean I’m gay?”
I didn’t mention that I had been trying to figure out the same thing myself for about a year
now.
He got that look in his eye that meant he was about to make another wisecrack. But
suddenly his face got serious. Voice soft, he said, “You may be, you may not. The point is,
you’re getting picked on because people think you are—which is why I’ve been sent to
work with you. Gaybashing is a special issue for me.”
“How come?”
“It’s how I met my maker, so to speak. I was walking down the street one day last year,
minding my own business, when three bruisers dragged me into an alley, shouting, ‘We’ll
teach you, faggot!’ They never did explain exactly what it was they were going to teach
me. Last thing I remember from life on earth was coming face to face with a tire iron. Next
thing I knew, I was knocking at the Pearly Gates.” 4
We were both silent for a moment. Then he shrugged and took another sip of his coffee.
“You’re taking this awfully casually,” I said, still stunned by the awfulness of what he had
told me.
“Honey, I did a lot of screaming and shouting while it was happening. Afterwards too, for
that matter. Didn’t do me a bit of good—I was still dead. Once you’ve been on the other
side for a while, you get a little more zen about this kind of thing.”
“But you don’t want to go get one of those guys or something?”
He shook his head. “I prefer reform to vengeance. Besides, it’s against the rules. Why
don’t we just concentrate on your case for the time being?”
“Okay, do I really get three wishes?”
“Sure do. Well, two, now.”
“What do you mean?”
“You used up the first one on that coffee.”
“I didn’t tell you to change it into Swiss double mocha!” I yelped.
“You didn’t have to. You wished for it.”
“I’m glad I didn’t wish I was dead!” I muttered.
“Oh!” he cried. “Getting personal, are we? Don’t you think that remark was a little tasteless
under the circumstances?”
“Are you here to help me or to drive me nuts?”
“It hurts me that you could even ask. Anyway, the three wishes are only part of the
service, even though that’s what people always focus on. I’m really here to watch over you,
advise you, guide you, till we get things on track.”
He leaned back in his chair, glanced around the room, then winked at a nice-looking
college student sitting about five tables away from us.
“Will you stop that!” I hissed.
“What’s the matter, afraid of guilt by association?”
“No, I’m afraid he’ll come over here and beat us up. Only he probably can’t beat you up,
so he’ll have to settle for me.”
Melvin waved his hand. “I guarantee you he wasn’t offended. He’s one of the gang.” 5
“What gang?”
Melvin pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows, as if he couldn’t believe I could be so
dense.
I blinked. “How can you tell something like that just from looking at him?”
“Gaydar,” said Melvin, stirring his coffee. “Automatic sensing systems that lets you spot
people of similar persuasion. A lot of gay guys have it to some degree or other. If it was
more reliable, it would life easier on us—-“
I interrupted. “Speak for yourself.”
Melvin sighed. “I wasn’t necessarily including you in that particular ‘us.’ I was just pointing
out that it’s harder spotting potential partners when you’re gay. If a guy asks a girl for a
date, about the worst that can happen is that she laughs at him. If he asks another guy, he
might get his face pounded in.”
That thought had crossed my mind more than once as I was trying to figure myself out
over the last year—and not only with regard to dating. I would have been happy just to
have someone I felt safe talking to about this.
“Is this gaydar something you can learn?” I asked.
He furrowed his brow for a moment, then said, “I don’t think so.”
“It must be lonely,” I muttered, more to myself than to him.
“It doesn’t have to be,” he replied sharply. “If gay people hadn’t been forced to hide for so
long, if we could just openly identify ourselves, there would be plenty of people you knew
that you could ask for advice. Everybody knows gay people; they just think they don’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“Listen, honey, the world is crawling with faggots. But most of them are in hiding because
they’re afraid they’ll get treated the way you did about an hour ago.”
I took in my breath sharply. Melvin must have seen the look of shock on my face, because
he looked puzzled for a moment. Then he laughed. “That word bother you?”
“I was taught that it was impolite.”
“It is. But if you live in a world that keeps trying to grind you down, you either start
thumbing your nose at it or end up very, very short. Taking back the language is one way
to jam the grinder. My friends and I called each other ‘faggot’ and ‘queer’ for the same
reason so many black folks call each other ‘nigger’—to take the words away from the
people who wants to use them to hurt us.” 6
His eyes went dreamy for a moment, as if he was looking at something far away, or deep
inside. “I walk and talk the way I do because I’m not going to let anyone else define me. I
can turn it off whenever I want, you know.”
He moved in his seat. I couldn’t begin to tell you exactly what changed, but he suddenly
looked more masculine, less... swishy.
“How did you do that?” I asked.
“Protective coloration,” he said with a smile. “You learn to use it to get along in the world if
you want. Only I got sick of living in the box the world prescribed; it was far too small to
hold me. So I knocked down a few walls.”
“Yeah, and look what happened. You ended up dead.”
“They do like to keep us down,” he said, stirring his coffee. Suddenly he smiled and
looked more like himself again. “Do you know the three great gay fantasies?” he asked.
“I don’t think so,” I said nervously.
He looked at me. “How old are you?”
“Sixteen.”
“Skip the first two. You’re too young. It was number three that I wanted to tell you about
anyway. We used to imagine what it would be like if every gay person in the country
turned blue for a day.”
My eyes went wide. “Why?”
“So all the straights would have to stop imagining that they didn’t know any gay people.
They would find out that they had been surrounded by gays all the time, and survived the
experience just fine, thank you. They’d have to face the fact that there are gay cops and
gay farmers, gay teachers and gay soldiers, gay parents and gay kids. The hiding would
finally have to stop.”
He looked at me for a moment. “How would you like to have the sight?” he asked.
“What?”
“How would you like to have gaydar for a while? You might find it interesting.”
“Does this count as a wish?” I asked suspiciously.
“No, it’s education. Comes under a different category.”
“All right,” I said, feeling a little nervous. 7
“Close your eyes,” said Melvin.
After I did as he requested, I felt him touch each of my eyelids lightly. My cheeks began to
burn as I wondered if anyone else had seen.
“Okay,” he said. “Open up, big boy, and see what the world is really like.”
I opened my eyes and gasped.
About a third of the people in the cafe—including the guy Melvin had winked at—were
blue. Some were bright blue, some were deep blue, some just had bluish tint to them.
”Are you telling all those people are gay?” I whispered.
“To some degree or other.”
“But so many of them?”
“Well, this isn’t a typical place,” said Melvin. “You told me the theater crowd hangs around
in here.” He waved his hand grandly. “Groups like that tend to have a higher percentage
of gay people, because we’re so naturally artistic.” He frowned. “Of course, some bozos
take a fact like that and decide that everyone doing theater is gay. Remember, two thirds
of the people you’re seeing aren’t blue.”
“What about all the different shades?” I asked.
“It’s an indicator of degree. The dark blues are pretty much excluding queer, while the
lighter ones are less committed—or maybe like you, trying to make up their minds. I set it
up so that you’ll see at least a hint of blue on anyone who has had a gay experience.
Come on, let’s go for a walk.”
It was like seeing the world through new eyes. Most of the people looked just the same as
always, of course. But Mr. Alwain, the fat guy who ran the grocery store, looked like a
giant blueberry—which surprised me, because he was married and had three kids. On the
other hand, Ms. Thorndyke, the librarian, who everyone knew was a lesbian, didn’t have a
trace of blue on her.
“Can’t tell without the spell,” said Melvin. “Straights are helpless at it. They’re always
assuming someone is or isn’t for all the wrongs reasons.”
We were in the library because Melvin wanted to show me some books. “Here, flip through
this,” he said, handing me a one-volume history of the world.
My bluevision worked on pictures, too! 8
“Julius Caesar?” I asked in astonishment.
“Every woman’s husband, every man’s wife,” said Melvin. “I met him at a party on the other
side once. Nice guy.” Flipping some more pages, he said, “Here, check this one out.”
“Alexander the Great was a fairy!” I cried.
“Shhhhhh!” hissed Melvin. “We’re in a library.”
All right, I suppose you’re wondering about me—as in, was I blue?
The answer is, slightly.
When I asked Melvin to explain, he said, “The Magic Eight Ball says, ‘Signs Are Mixed.’ In
other words, you are one confused puppy. That’s the way it is sometimes. You’ll figure it
out after a while.”
Watching the news that night was a riot. My favorite network anchor was about the shade
of a spring sky—pale blue, but very definite. So was the congressman he interviewed,
who happened to be a notorious Republican homophobe.
“Hypocrite,” I spat.
“What brought that on?” asked Dad.
“Oh, nothing,” I said, trying to figure out whether I was relieved or appalled by the slight tint
of blue that covered his features.
Don’t get the idea that everyone I saw was blue. It broke down pretty much the way the
studies indicate—about one person in ten solid blue, and one out of every three or four
with some degree of shading.
I did get a kick out of the three blue guys I spotted in the sports feature on the team
favored to win the Superbowl.
But it was that congressman who stayed on my mind. I couldn’t forget his hypocritical
words about “the great crime of homosexuality” and “the gay threat to American youth.” I
was brushing my teeth when I figured out what I wanted to do.
“No,” I whispered, staring at my bluish face in the mirror. “I couldn’t.”
For one thing, it would probably mean another beating from Butch Carrigan.
Yet if I did it, nothing would ever be the same.
Rinsing away the toothpaste foam, I whispered Melvin’s name. 9
“At your service!” he said, shimmering into existence behind me. “Ooooh, what a tacky
bathroom. Where was your mother brought up, in a Kmart?”
“Leave my mother out of this,” I snapped. “I want to make my second wish.”
“And it is?”
“Gay fantasy number three, coast to coast.”
He looked at me for a second, then began to smile. “How’s midnight for a starting point?”
“Twenty-four hours should do the trick, don’t you think?” I replied.
He rubbed his hands, chuckled, and disappeared.
I went to bed, but not to sleep. I kept thinking about what it would mean when the rest of
the world could see what could be seen today.
I turned on the radio, planning to listen to the news every hour. I had figured the first
reports would come in on the one-o’clock news, but I was wrong. It was about twelve thirty
when special bulletins started announcing a strange phenomenon. By one o’clock every
station I could pick up was on full alert. Thanks to the wonders of modern communication,
it had become obvious in a matter of minutes that people were turning blue from coast to
coast.
It didn’t take much longer for people to start figuring out what the blue stood for. The
reaction ranged from panic to hysterical denial to dancing in the streets. National Public
Radio quickly summoned a panel of experts to discuss what was going to happen when
people had to go to work the next day.
“Or school,” I muttered to myself, which was when I got my next idea.
“Melvin!” I shouted.
“You rang?” he asked, shimmering into sight at the foot of my bed.
“I just figured out my third wish.” I took a deep breath. “I want you to turn Butch Carrigan
blue.”
He looked at me for a moment. Then his eyes went wide. “Vincent,” he said, “I like the way
you think. I’ll be back in a flash.”
When he returned he was grinning like a cat.
“You’ve still got one wish left, kiddo,” he said with a chuckle. “Butch Carrigan was already 10
blue as a summer sky when I got there.”
If I caused you any trouble with Blueday, I’m sorry. But not much. Because things are
never going to be the same now that it happened. Never.
And my third wish?
I’ve decided to save it for when I really need it—maybe when I meet the girl of my dreams.
Or Prince Charming.
Whichever

The joys of New England

2011-11-02T00:07:00.000-07:00

Sorry I've been MIA for a few days so I haven't had any new content but one of the great joys (and I mean that in the utmost sarcastic way) of New England is the unpredictable weather. We had a freak Nor'Easter the night before Halloween. As my best friend's hubby would say, it was a wicked pissah. We went to a kick ass Halloween party, hung out with some friend's I hadn't seen in awhile and then had to drive home in the nasty snow. I'm glad I have an SUV and I didn't live far. The worst part is that the next morning AFTER the snow had stopped that's when the power got knocked out. It was out for 3 days, and trying to keep a 2 and 4 year old entertained for 3 days with no lights or anything is interesting. Nut you can only play the same games so many times. Trick or treating in the dark was different, some houses had generators but for the most part it was a guessing game on which doors to knock on. There was only one street that we went down that actually had power and with the snow mounds, accompanied with the huge puddles from what had melted it was less then amusing. The highlight of my night was when my 2 year old daughter started dancing down the street in her care bear costume. My best friend and I started laughing our asses off, then we were going up to a really lighted house, as I said one of the few, so I decided to try and take a picture of my kids because everywhere was dark. First we're still laughing about my little dancing care bear, second, I open the camera backwards and third, I accidentally hit the button and take a picture of half of the people's car. My best friend and I are laughing so fucking hard at this point that the only thing I can think is that these people probably think we're high or something. It was cold as balls and unlike we had hoped we still didn't have power when we got home. Not something I care to repeat next year and there is still stupid fucking snow on the ground!! And it is barely November 2nd!
But here is a great way to have a SPECTACULAR HALLOWEEN!

Some creative ways to help reduce our national debt and fund programs

2011-10-20T21:52:00.000-07:00

I have some of the best conversations with my friends sometimes. I am very politically and socially aware, it's kind of a deep interest of mine and something I am very passionate about these things by nature. All my close friends know this and we usually end up getting into at least some kind of small political or social discussion or reflection. Tonight my friend Pete came over and we started talking about a video I had seen only a few minutes before he had gotten to my house. It was about how the Supreme Court is possibly giving big corporations permission to commit genocide overseas. They are allowing the case to be heard at the Supreme Court that would allow employees to rape, torture, kill and commit genocide to anyone in the way of them drilling for oil as long as it was under the name of "Corporate Business". How sick is that? So them my friend Pete tells me that he has an idea that he think could help some of the national debt and he wants to run it past it me and see what I think. I said sure, we have all kinds of discussions of how our country could make changes for the better so why not? Well his first idea was actually pretty good. First let me say I am a humane person, I love animals, I believe in equal rights and don't believe in senseless violence, but in this case it may not be senseless. Pete suggested that once a year, either every state, or I suggested the whole country to save on expenses, by gathering all its prisoners that are sitting on death row waiting for death. Inmates that have been convicted without a doubt, have exhausted their appeals, their delays, and their stays, those simply waiting to die. He suggests doing this once a year even, where we bring them all to a huge arena, make it so they will all fight to the death and the last survivor gets his choice of meals and only a life sentence for the rest of his days. His idea would be to start with only a couple to a few of them in the arena then every few minutes add one or two more. He suggested throwing in different weapons every now and then and to even make money off it, make it a one time pay per view only tv broad cast, it would have an encrypted signal so it would be broken if someone attempted to record it. No DVD sales, merchandise sales or anything like that. Have the price for the Pay-per-View be even more expensive then wrestling events. Even allow it broadcasted globally if possible but with the same stipulations. At first he said no arena seats, just pay per view, but then as the discussion went on we did discuss charging an additional price to be able to bring a weapon to throw into the arena. All the money would either go right to debt relief of some of our country's enormous debt or I mentioned that an even better idea would be to use it for federal funding for programs where budget cuts have had to be made. As we continued to talk Pete and my room mate Michael came up with another great idea, they called it the "Punch a Pervert" program. What would happen is sex offenders would be brought to an event type thing and people would pay a certain amount of money for each strike but they could not be killed. We could do this like once a week or once every other weekend. Then my contribution to this conversation was maybe taking Violent criminals and sex offenders and make a it kind of a carnival game out of it. Have them line up against a wall, shackled there and then make a counter so many feet away and let people pay a price to shoot them with BB guns. It was mentioned that BB guns could pierce skin but paint balls at close range were suggested instead. I think it was decided that we could do two booths, one with BBs long range and Paint balls close range. Then it eventually lead to the talk of hemp and it's many profitable uses. Even making THC candy obviously only for sale to those 18 and over. Hemp could bring us out of national debt on it's own in a decade of less by itself, and it is a renewable resource. We can make a fuel source out of it (ethanol) , paper, oil (which is wonderful in cosmetics), oil and seeds for nutrition, fabrics, textiles, rope, plastic alternatives and building materials. But that is something that everyone musty know at this point but refuses to acknowledge lol. Anyhow, The profits of all these things would go to the national debt, educational programs, social services, and making our country better. Is it perfect? No probably not, but hey at least someone is thinking! Go Pete!

Want to know where to marry your partner? How about where to marry your cousin? No? Me either...

2011-10-14T07:17:00.000-07:00

I only recently found out that my state allowed gay marriage which is awesome! Apparently we've been with the times for awhile. Then I found this infographic and although it is nauseating to see how many states allow incest over gay marriage, I am happy to report that my state is one of the states that does not allow you to marry your cousin. I am very proud to say I live in NH right now!

Does your state allow you to marry your cousin?

Self medicating...but not the way most people would think? But why?

2011-10-12T21:42:00.000-07:00

I have recently become apart of an amazing cause called Occupy Wall Street and I will make another post just for that. Related to that are a few sites where we as the educated yet poverty stricken of America are standing up because we are the 99% who have become so destitute because of the 1% who are the billionaires, the banks and the paid off government, who are engulfed in their greed creating capitalism at it's worst. One of these great websites is bringing people together to share their stories and put a faces to the 99%. I was browsing this website and reading the stories of my fellow Americans when I came across one that caught my attention and made me think WHAT THE FUCK? I know times are tough and sometimes you need to do whatever you can to get by, but at the same time you need to be careful about what goes into your body. First let's start by sharing the picture that caught my eye.

My first thought was What? Why the fuck would you even think about taking FISH medication? But before I became totally disabled I was a nurse so I knew before any conclusion was made I needed to research this further. I did some research and mostly found nonsensical questions asked on unreliable site engines. Then I did happen to come upon a site that had a good amount of information from many sources, but all of them only people. Some of them claiming to be in the medical field but none able to show any credentials. I read through all the threads I could find containing even a small mention of this subject. It is a Survivalist website, some people talk about simply being prepared in case of an emergency some people seem a little more paranoid and talk about needing to stock pile everything for like the end of the world. Either way as a nurse, a medical professional, I can tell you a lot of the information on this website is COMPLETELY INCORRECT.

First of all, I will say that some of the medication used in veterinary offices is the same medication given to humans BUT it is NOT intended for human use. Secondly, Doses of medications for animals and humans differ, sometimes drastically, especially depending on the ailment being treated. Third, You should never take a medication because you think you need it for a possible ailment, you are not only guessing about your health but you could be playing roulette with your life. Doctors and nurses go to school for a reason. Certain infections are best treated with certain antibiotics, if you do have an infection and you attempt to self medicate but take the wrong antibiotic, that infection just became more powerful and therefore more resistant to antibiotics. Of course there is also always the chance that you could either take a medication you have never taken before and be severely allergic to and it could kill you by putting you into anaphylactic shock or you could hope the dose that the website you googled is right and you don't overdose. Believe it or not antibiotics can be TOXIC if taken in to large of a dose. Also let me add that if you aren't sure and you think you have an infection so you're taking them fairly frequently, it could even be every 4 months, yu may not even realize it but you will build up an immunity to antibiotics as a whole so it will be harder to fight infections in your body and could make you really sick with a superman-esque bacteria that lands you in the hospital anyway or you die. I know times are tough, I am right here on the same level with everyone, but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT try to diagnose and medicate yourself with animal medication, it is such a bad idea. To my knowledge Emergency rooms legally have to take you even if you are uninsured and can not pay, so if you are really sick GO. Most hospitals understand the economy and are good about have low income payment plans or some kind of relief where they will excuse part of your bill depending on your income and you set up a small payment plan. WHATEVER YOU DO PLEASE DO NOT LISTEN TO THESE MORONS ON SITES LIKE THESE! I personally very strongly feel that most of the people that were participating in this conversation should be shot off the face of the fucking earth so their stupidity and "knowledge of medicine" could be spread no further. Some of these people baffle me! Now to end this on a funny note we're going to check out one post that had me rolling on the floor laughing, this isn't about pet meds, but it's connected to the pet meds post and in what to keep in your "survival kit"....Let's analyze...

Dramamine (or generic equivalent dimenhydrinate) It is an antihistamine but it's most important effect is as an anti-nausea agent. *It also works as a sleeping pill or as an anti-anxiety agent. They recommend it as a prophylactic for motion sickness. It is a good treatment for dizziness, any kind of nausea (just have to keep it down long enough to work) and I even saw it used once to bring down a guy on a bad LSD trip.

*This is not true, if someone has this reaction from it, it is purely a side effect and side effects can effect different people, different ways.
**Prophylactic means condom, dude totally just called Dramamine the condom for motion sickness
Dextromethorphan, also found in *Robitussin DE. Cough supressant. **Use instead of codeine. (It can be abused but you really have to choke down massive quantities.) Also comes in mixtures with other stuff.

*This medication is found in certain Robitussin products, Robitussin DE not being one of them
**This can not be used in place of codeine, they are not even close to the same medication, when you get cough syrup from a prescription it's usually this stuff mixed with codeine and it's much easier to be abused then this idiot makes it sound, be careful, too much and you can hallucinate, some people do it for fun but it is VERY DANGEROUS

He then spouts off more information that is WRONG and even provides links to prove his stupidity! It must be all those damn fish meds he's hopped up on! Doh!

I couldn't have said it better myself...

2011-10-09T21:32:00.000-07:00

Politics have really gone down the crapper....

Stupidity and other things that down right piss me off

2011-10-06T14:22:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I heard something so absolutely absurd my head almost exploded! I'm sure at this point many of us have heard about the Republican debate where the gay soldier who is serving in Iraq was booed for asking Rick Santorum a question about his plans on the future of DADT if he were elected president. In Santorum's typical crap that spews from his face, he gave a horrible answer and never responded to the booing. He did later respond to the booing by saying he was "taken aback" by the booing and therefore didn't have a chance to respond. Now he is saying that he NEVER even heard the boos! WHAT!? Check out a little bit of great coverage and video here. Oddly enough fellow debater Gary Johnson admits to having heard the boos, so there is no reason, and probably no way that Santorum didn't hear the boos from the crowd. So here are my thoughts... 1. Santorum didn't care, because I mean after all this soldier was gay. 2. Santorum thought the soldier deserved it because in some deranged way his gayness is threatening the sanctity of Santorum's straight marriage, or 3. He wanted to boo along with them simply because the soldier was gay but thought considering that he thinks somehow he might have a shot of getting voted for it would be in bad taste, if Santorum is smart enough to differentiate that is, and he didn't want to offend the booers themselves just in case they were going to vote for him. Let me make my feelings crystal clear if I haven't already, Rick Santorum is a close minded, self absorbed, pompous, pretty sure self hating closeted homosexual, an asshole to put it nicely and a raving lunatic who Americans have stupidly allowed him a soap box with mass media coverage to spew his insanity from coast to coast. Would someone please pull the plug already and put Santorum out of our misery?

Ignorance and inadequacy

2011-10-06T12:10:00.000-07:00

Let's see, where oh where to begin? Well we could start with my recent experience with the complete in adequacy of the health care system. I went in Monday for what I was told was just a "simple procedure" a medial branch block, to numb the nerves in my spine to help with my back pain. It didn't turn out to be so simple after all. They had me lay on my stomach and knocked me out with a form of anesthesia called Propofol. Apparently I had a bad reaction to it and became very agitated while I was sedated. I ripped my own IV out, I was thrashing and kicking nurses and the doctor, because I ripped my own IV out I woke up in the middle of the procedure which has always been one of my fears and I remember screaming because I could feel the injections. The finally got another IV in me and got me back to sleep but gave me to much Propofol or something because then I stopped breathing. They had to quickly go get a hospital bed to flip me onto my back so they could intubate me (in other words shove a breathing tube down my throat to breathe for me until I could breathe on my own) and most of this I couldn't even remember! Apparently when I was brought back into my recovery room I woke up just long enough to look at the nurse with a look like "who the hell are you?" and for them to ask me if I knew who my grandmother was and for me to tell them before I passed back out. Two hours later when I woke up again, I only remembered waking up in the middle of the procedure, and then waking up then with my tongue numb, scratches on both sides of my face and both hands hurting like hell from IV needles. After my vitals were stable and my breathing was ok they released me to go home. A simple procedure almost killed me, that is the inadequacy of our healthcare. Not only that but the ignorant doctor that told me " It doesn't hurt that bad" when I woke up in the middle of the procedure out of complete unconsciousness and felt the injections in my NERVES, had obviously never had it done and had terrible bed side manners.

Why are people so hateful?

2011-10-01T21:20:00.000-07:00

Why is it that in the nation of freedoms we are so oppressed? Simple freedoms and rights that some people think nothing of, are completely taken away from some people. Politicians fight to keep this inequality. Why? For no reason other then to be bigots, they hide behind their religion, their fictional scientific findings, some when confronted and questioned are not even intelligent enough to defend their beliefs (see here) and they fight to take away the rights of others that effect them in no way. You see it everywhere, even when it's friends making jokes. I'm pretty laid back I have so much shit that I have dealt with I can joke about a lot of things in my life and that's fine. I'm pierced, tattooed, have purple hair, hell I'm 24 and I also walk with a cane. Shit happens, it's life, I could go on and on about the shit I have gotten to the point that I can joke about now but I deal with it. My point is that people joke about things but there is a line between joking and being hurtful. When you talk to someone you consider close to you or a friend and you talk to them every day about the same issue, it's something you feel passionately about, something that concerns you, effects you even and they joke about it. A joke here and there, not a big deal. But then they joke about it every day, there sense of humor is sarcastic so they say these jokes day in and day out when you are really trying to talk them, wanting to have one serious conversation with them about something that you feel strongly about and eventually you don't hear it as a joke anymore. You begin to hear it as something hurtful, something mean because they don't talk to you seriously about it so you feel that maybe they don't feel the way you do about it, maybe the jokes they say are how they really feel and therefore aren't jokes at all but really hateful and derogatory. You try to talk to them, but then they get angry and say you can't take a joke, you have no sense of humor which leads you to further believe that someone you thought you knew well really feels this way. You can't just tell them how you feel because it only makes them mad. Where is the thin line lay between a joke and to far? We have all seen the heartbreaking story of Jamey Rodemeyer and how he was bullied to the point of taking his own life. It has had national media coverage, has had celebrities, the president and people all around america showing support for this young boy and the tragedy that should never have happened but no one paid attention until it was to late. His bullies even began cheering at the homecoming dance Jamey's sister Alyssa attended the night of Jamey's funeral "We're glad you're dead". How sick has this country become that these kids think it's ok and feel no remorse for not only bullying this child to the grave but saying these terrible and heartless things? I think about this and it literally makes me sick to my stomach that people are like this and they don't realize it and they see nothing wrong with the pain they inflict. Then I realize other stories that I have recently seen about people at a Republican debate cheering Rick Perry for the deaths of over 200 people one of whom was proved innocent before he was executed only in the last week! People at a later Republican debate cheered Perry again for the hypothetical death of an uninsured person. Seriously? Then there is my favorite example of the gay soldier who over a youtube video asked Rick Santorum a question about the Don't Ask, Don't Tell repeal, only to be BOOED by the audience. This is a soldier fighting overseas, for your rights and freedoms and to be able to even boo him, assholes. My father served overseas not so long ago and let me tell you, if that had been my dad I would have been PISSED and cracking skulls. Santorum of course gave a ridiculous and aggravating answer as is usual for him, he is my favorite super douche bag to hate. I wonder where the parents of these kids that bullied this poor child to death are? Why are they doing nothing about this? Then there is Michele Bachmann who has had no less than 9 suicides of kids in school of her hometown from bullying and her own views of homosexuality is that it is "satanic" in her own words. I can only assume after seeing the circus that is the Republican party I can only assume that maybe their parents were at the Republican debates, are insane from rabies who the hell knows but they obviously aren't doing there part as parents because I would be damned if my kids ever bullied a child especially to death and they will never celebrate someone's death. I can truly hope that the hate crime charges being brought against these bullies turns out to the full extent of the law. There is so much injustice in the world, I hope there is justice in honor of Jamey.

The thoughts that fill my head...

2011-09-30T20:48:00.000-07:00

I welcome you to the circus of my mind. This is not my first walk down this blogging path, I also have a family review blog that I kind of stopped working on so much, simply because I had so much shit going on in my life and I was constantly reminded of how I couldn't write about it in my blog because it was family oriented. I couldn't write things anything with strong language, strong adult things, my strong views, my rants when I was really pissed off when I had a bad day. I loved doing the product reviews and being able to post about the family stuff but it got to a point where I needed to be able to be an adult, my strong, loud mouth opinions over took me. I have my husband, my best friend and everyone else who is close to me and around me a lot asking me if there is anything in my life that doesn't piss me off, isn't about being queer, politics, or any other of my constant out spoken rants that, I promise you, I go off on at least once a day. Usually twice or more. But these are the things I talk about, I feel strongly about these issues and damn it I'm going to tell everyone that will listen about them. Granted, I am young and disabled , so I don't get out much and that makes for a small audience. So instead of incessantly forcing the people I live with and love listen to me banter about the same things constantly I figured why not make a blog and publicly make an ass of myself? What's a better way to get my loud mouth gay loving, bigot hating, equality for all opinions out there then the internet! This way perhaps I will get a bigger audience, get some feedback and maybe even something new to rant about! Truthfully though, I have been writing for years and I love it, I want to be able to say what I want to say and not have to censor myself for fear of it not being "friendly" enough. It's raw, it's truthful, it's me. Words are beautiful expression, so much can be portrayed through words. I think if written well, sometimes words can be more expressive than a picture. Art is so pure and raw in all it's forms words can be used to create pictures in ones mind or lyrics to be turned into song, a poem, anything. An expression of such a range of emotions from rage to love, physical pain to emotional sadness and anything in between. So I will express my thoughts on whatever tickles my fancy, pisses me off, touches my heart, or shocks me, who knows? I am always happy to have comments and feedback and to talk about that of course. Here's to the Unknown!!!