Our Family Is Equal – How About Yours? Video By Family Equality Council
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The life of lesbian mothers is interesting to say the least. We’re taking Little Man to his basketball games, attending PTA meetings, and all the usual.
Friday: PTA meeting, circle pickup, play date with Billy, basketball practice, family birthday party at Catholic Church Social Hall
Saturday: basketball game at the Y, join Proposition 8 nation wide protest, birthday party for Suzie at Bounce U, drop off for sleepover, catch up on work, update Two Lesbos blog . . . And “no” we aren’t making this up. This is our real up to the moment “to-do” that we did.
Sarah Palin has a 5 month old special needs baby. Sarah Palin has a 17 year old daughter who is pregnant. Sarah Palin needs to keep her ass in the same state as her children for at least the next several weeks.
If she were a mom in our PTA, with a kid in our school, or if she were a neighbor mom, all the rest of the moms in the neighborhood (the rest are straight) would all be talking behind her back and most of us would tell her to her face, “Lady, especially considering your resume, your children need you much more than the country does. Now get home and be a mother.”
How dare Sarah Palin bring all of this down on her daughter’s shoulders so that she can get what she wants? And, some extreme Christians think that lesbian mothers are selfish?
We know all the liberal crap that dads can take care of children just as well . . . And, maybe he can but when a child has 2 parents, why not give them the benefit of two parents? Apparently, what the Palins have been doing up to this point is not working. Why not try something new like “Putting Family First?” Do you people only use that 2 parent stuff when you’re trying to prove that I’m a bad mother?
(By the way, why do our opponents often argue against same sex parenting by using research showing that children need 2 parents? Don’t they get it? There are 2 of us. Weird.)
We changed our jobs – no – we changed our entire lives so that we could raise our son instead of hiring a nanny or daycare to raise him for us. He has always had at least 1 stay at home parent and with an office in the house, most of the time he’s always had 2 parents at home.
Many of you straight parents are plain and simple, not very good parents; and Sarah Palin is one of the worst that we’ve seen running out on her children when they obviously need her.
So, while we don’t like being part of this circus that is raining down on a 17 year old girl, except for the extra readers that it’s bringing to our blog, we think the blame falls directly on the beehive of hot Sarah Palin.
Gotta go, I hear a little request for “mommy” coming from the bedroom next to my office.
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Lindsay and Samantha seem to be going strong and doing the things that most people do when they are in love. Add one to the list – the lesbo duo took their moms to dinner. Don’t they all look fantabulous? In fact . . .
And here’s to you, Mrs. Ronson, Jesus loves you more than you will know. God bless you, please Mrs. Ronson.
For those of you who have no idea what this means, look it up.
Mrs. Ronson – I know that you know what it means. wink wink – call me
. . .
(Sam – sorry but I couldn’t resist. Your mom is hot hot hot. Isn’t it funny how we always pick girls that are a lot like our mothers?)
Mrs. Lohan, Lindsay, Mrs. Ronson (Ann Dexter-Jones) and Samantha
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Okay – here’s one that we seriously doubt. Under this unusual theory anytime you buy baby clothes – you’re probably going to have a baby! Yeah, right. The story is that Sam and Lindsay bought some baby clothes in LA, denied that either is pregnant. End of story.
This same article reprints the nonsense about “lesbian experts” saying that the couple isn’t in a serious lesbian relationship.
“Meanwhile, Lohan has been labeled a “fake” gay organization. Karen Whittaker of The Centre for Sapphic Studies insists that the actress and Ronson aren’t the real deal; they are merely “Gay for Play.”
We dealt with that crap several days ago and could find NO proof of any such organization or person. Anyone else have better information? We say that the only thing fake here are Whittaker and the CSS.
Finally, if this organization is real, think about this; if Lindsay’s and Samantha’s mommies approve, shut the f _ _ _ up. Getting approval from your mother – just like getting direct approval from God – priceless!
After the jump: Lindsay “Ronson’s” FaceBook page that was undercover and then uncovered in April of this year.
She’s out of town.
So, I didn’t watch the Muppets when I was growing up. We lived in a small town with no cable, only 3 fuzzy networks from rabbit ears but without muppets.
However, for whatever reason I once watched Kermit sing a song about women (female pigs ? – I don’t know) – can’t live with em, can’t live without em.
Tonight I keep hearing that song. Guess I should add “can’t sleep without em.”
Anyway, a quick Google and seconds later I was reading a full description of the song as found at: http://www.whysanity.net/muppets/better.html
Here it is:
Rowlf & Kermit–both voiced by Jim Henson–sing their laments about women after Miss Piggy just walked out on her date with Kermit.
(By the way, this does not imply that my lovely spouse has anything in common with Miss Piggy. According to Wikipedia, “In an interview with the New York Times in 1979, Frank Oz outlined Piggy’s biography: ‘She grew up in a small town in Iowa; her father died when she was young, and her mother wasn’t that nice to her. She had to enter beauty contests to survive, as many single women do. She has a lot of vulnerability which she has to hide, because of her need to be a superstar.’ ” My spouse is not from Iowa and her father is not dead. )
Wikipedia also says that in The Muppet Movie, Miss Piggy has just won a beauty contest (Miss Bogen County) when she first meets Kermit and joins the Muppets. Which reminds me, for obvious reasons, of a “beauty contest” held in my hometown every year – Miss Hamerica. It wasn’t a pig pageant – well it was – but it was for human females. Very weird. Tried to google “Miss Hamerica” to verify the existence of the contest for you but alas my hometown apparently has not been introduced to the Internets.
Rowlf:Evenin’ Rowlf. Rowlf the Dog. Sit yourself down.
Kermit: Kermit. Kermit the Frog.
Rowlf: Please to meet ya.
(Rowlf plays a rapid musical scale across the piano’s keys)
Rowlf: I’m no Heifetz, but I get by.
Kermit: That was…that was very nice.
(Rowlf notices Kermit’s sad mood)
Rowlf: Whoa, hey, broken heart, right?
Kermit: Does it show?
Rowlf: Listen, when you’ve been tickling the ivories as long as I have, you’ve seen a broken heart for every drop of rain, a shattered dream for every fallen star!
Kermit: Exactly. She just walked out on me.
Rowlf: Ah, typical. That’s why I live alone.
Kermit: You do, huh?
Rowlf: (starts the song’s intro) Yep. I finish work, go home, read a book, have a couple of beers, take myself for a walk and go to bed.
Kermit: Nice and simple.
Rowlf: Stay away from women. That’s my motto.
Kermit: But I can’t.
Rowlf: Neither can I. That’s my trouble…
Rowlf:
You can’t live with ’em, you can’t live without ’em.
There’s somethin’ irresistabullish about ’em.
We grin and bear it ’cause the nights are long.
I hope that somethin’ better comes along.
Kermit: (spoken): Yeah, I know what you mean…
Kermit:
It’s no good complainin’ and pointless to holler.
Rowlf:
If she’s a beauty she’ll get under your collar.
Kermit:
She made a monkey out of old King Kong,
Both:
I hope that somethin’ better comes along.
Rowlf:
Ah, but what could be better than a saucy Irish setter
When puppy love comes on strong?
Or a collie that’s classy, a laddie needs a lassie,
A lover and wife gives you a new leash on life.
Kermit: (spoken):Uh, Rowlf, was that a new ‘leash’ on life?
Rowlf: (spoken): Oh yeah…sorry about that.
Kermit:
I don’t mean to scare ya, my friend, but I betcha
Come “Father’s Day”, the litter bug’s gonna getcha;
Rowlf:
The urge is righteous, but the face is wrong.
Both:
I hope that somethin’ better comes along.
Kermit:
Still, it’s fun when they’re fetching,
And agree to see an etching
That you keep at your lily pad.
There is no solution, it’s part of evolution,
Rowlf:
The pitter-patter of soles,
The little feet of tadpoles!
Kermit: (spoken)Ah, Rowlf, tadpoles don’t have feet!
Rowlf: (spoken) Oh. Sorry about that…. 2, 3, 4!
Kermit:
There’s no limitation to mixin’ and matchin’
Rowlf:
Some get an itchin’ for a critter they’ve been scratchin’.
A skunk was badgered the results were strong.
Both:
I hope that somethin’ better,
I hope that somethin’ better,
I hope that somethin’ better comes along!!!
Rowlf:Beep bop bidder da dum dum bum bum bum!
Rowlf: (spoken): It’s not often you see a guy that green have the blues that bad!
We wanted to do a blog together; but as usual we couldn’t agree on the name or what we would write about or the theme for the design. I suppose that shouldn’t be a surprise since we can’t seem to agree on anything. “They” say that we aren’t married but if we aren’t, why does it have to feel so much like a marriage complete with ball and chain?
We’re civiled & unionized but bottom line – we’re two lesbos goin at it – over anything and everything.
It’s been 10 years since we met. What a fun night. I was working out of town and decided to try out the tiny lesbian neighborhood bar down the street from my hotel. I noticed her almost as soon as she came in the door. Everyone seemed to know her. She was so perky. Okay, so even though the word “perky” may conjure up dreams of a just-old-enough-to-avoid-jail cheerleader, I can’t say that the dream is far off the mark. Even from across the room I could tell that joy was pouring out of every inch of her.
I’m not sure how we managed to be standing side by side at the bar so quickly. In my memory it seems like she was at the door across the room talking to everyone in the bar and then she was right beside me. One of those twitch my nose things and zap, there she is. I’ve had that happen. A totally different story and totally different girl.
Okay, you talked me into it. I’ll tell the other story first.
The bar was down a dark alley. The door wasn’t marked. Only a small light above the door with selective admittance by peep hole invitation.
Once I’m in, through the smoke and by the light of a bulb hanging over a pool table, I notice a girl (probably straight) with a great butt. I barely had a chance to think about her and her butt. Hold on . . . next thing you know she’s dropping her jeans and panties to show me her tattoo that . . . just happens to be on her butt.
Wouldn’t I be a great testimonial for that movie “The Secret“?
The Secret has swept the world and touched millions of lives; mine is one more story of a life transformed into joy. Learn of the bliss that I have have created in my own life as I share the power behind the law of attraction. Works on family, friends, pets, health, wealth, and now . . . stranger’s butts.
Anyway . . . that was a weird night. I’m minding my own business trying to get a sneak peak at a stranger’s butt, that looks quarter bouncing fantabulous, when next thing you know I’m checking out a tattoo on that butt, hearing about Chinese philosophy and the “meaning” of a butt tattoo. There is “meaning” in a butt tattoo? Who knew?
I always thought a butt tattoo meant a girl was an easy mark for one out of control sexcapade. And, please – never more than one night with a girl sporting a butt tattoo. Even though my mother would never know . . . well, actually my mother would know. She’s one of those mothers.
Did you know that in Chinese philosophy, “yin and yang are generalized descriptions of the antitheses or mutual correlations in human perceptions of phenomena in the natural world, combining to create a unity of opposites”? Shocking, the load of crap that one collects from looking at one butt in a smokey peephole alley bar just before closing time. Thank the good Lord that it was only one night of hearing about the meaning of a butt tattoo.
Well, that was then and I’m in a different place now.
Back to my original story. No, this girl didn’t have a butt tattoo. She hated tattoos and women that went around looking at stranger’s butts and having one night stands. Instead she was happy, joyful and perky. So even though we had . . .
He’s awake. Our little man is awake. I’m hearing a sleepy call for “Mommy” from his room. “Mommy is on her way, sweetie.”
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