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Wednesday, May 12, 2010
“She’s basically a short man with boobs,”
Yes, that's exactly how Cynthia Nixon, one of the stars of Sex and The City described her partner of six years in an interview in Cynthia Nixon Is More Than Just Sex - The Advocate.
I have to say when I heard about this on a local Chicago radio station I was shocked. How must her partner, Christine Marinoni feel about having her partner describe her this way? Did she take it in stride? Did she think it was funny? Was she on some level hurt?
I'm sure Ms. Nixon said it in jest, still, it's out there for everyone reading it or hearing about it to interpret it on their own way.
Personally, I consider myself a soft butch and I would have been offended by such a comment, whether it was meant in jest or not.
What do you think?
©2008-2010 Fire Crotch Rocket
I have to say when I heard about this on a local Chicago radio station I was shocked. How must her partner, Christine Marinoni feel about having her partner describe her this way? Did she take it in stride? Did she think it was funny? Was she on some level hurt?
I'm sure Ms. Nixon said it in jest, still, it's out there for everyone reading it or hearing about it to interpret it on their own way.
Personally, I consider myself a soft butch and I would have been offended by such a comment, whether it was meant in jest or not.
What do you think?
©2008-2010 Fire Crotch Rocket
Thursday, April 29, 2010
B-bye Entrecard
I will be leaving Entrecard May 5th. Please become a follower and bookmark my site so you don't miss out on anything at Fire Crotch Rocket.
Why am I leaving? Too many of my blog pals have been getting hit with Trojans and Viruses while visiting sites through Entrecard to drop. I don't think I even have that many blog pals, and when I'm hearing it this often amongst a small group, that means the danger is too much to ignore. Entrecard is ignoring the problem, so it's time to leave.
Yes, I will miss the traffic, but it hasn't been that much lately anyway. Time to cut the apron strings and be free.
The other 2 blogs I own will also be leaving Entrecard, so please visit them, follow them and bookmark them so you don't miss out.
Lola's Diner
Lola's Victory Garden
©2008-2010 Fire Crotch Rocket
Friday, April 16, 2010
President Obama Signs Hospital Visitation Memorandum
Presidential Memorandum - Hospital Visitation
The memorandum orders the Department of Health and Human Services to prohibit discrimination in hospital visitation. This means that gays and lesbians cannot be prohibited from having visitation by their partner, and basically anyone cannot have a non-family member prohibited from visiting them. Hospitals who accept Medicare and Medicaid are prohibited from violating this memorandum.
Hospital visitation is commons sense and this issue should have been remedied long ago. I applaud President Obama for tackling this issue and signing the memorandum.
©2008-2010 Fire Crotch Rocket
The memorandum orders the Department of Health and Human Services to prohibit discrimination in hospital visitation. This means that gays and lesbians cannot be prohibited from having visitation by their partner, and basically anyone cannot have a non-family member prohibited from visiting them. Hospitals who accept Medicare and Medicaid are prohibited from violating this memorandum.
Hospital visitation is commons sense and this issue should have been remedied long ago. I applaud President Obama for tackling this issue and signing the memorandum.
©2008-2010 Fire Crotch Rocket
Monday, March 29, 2010
Dixie Chicks Release Gay Themed Song
Sisters Martie Maguire and Emily Robison, formed a side project called Court Yard Hounds and are releasing “Ain’t No Son,” on the Court Yard Hounds’ self-titled debut album to be released in May.
I'm not a big Dixie Chicks fan, but am always happy to see mainstream music tackling topics in our community.
Here are the lyrics:
"Ain't No Son" by the Court Yard Hounds
I've got something to say
I'm scared and so afraid
Can you take me as I am
Come what may our blood is all the same
I'm still your little man
He said you ain't no son to me
You ain't no son to me
Eight pound baby boy I bounced on my knee
No, you ain't no son of mine
You ain't no son of mine
Aw, forget it girls there ain't no use in trying
Don't expect to get my love for free
And don't blame me
Well this ain't no fun for me
This ain't no fun for me
Oh boys should be boys
That's how it should be
You ain't coming home
No you ain't coming home
Til you walk the straight line
You'll be out on your own
Don't expect to save your soul for free
When you're the one who turned your back on me
Aren't you a sight to see
Yeah, you're a sight to see
What you call freedom makes you look like a freak
You must get around
Cause it sure got around
Don't you know that I can't show my face in this town
Don't think I'm gonna get you up off of me
When you're the one who turned your back on me
Stranger, stranger on the wall
When the neighbors come to call
I just don't know what to say
So I'll put you away
This time I won't leave a trace
I'll fill up the empty space
When I put you, I put you away
I put you away
He said you ain't no son to me
You ain't no son to me
Eight pound baby boy I bounced on my knee
No, you ain't no son of mine
You ain't no son of mine
Aw, forget it girls there ain't no use in trying
Don't expect to get my love for free
When you're the one who turned your back on me
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
Shame on you
Shame on you
Shame on you
What do you think of it?
©2008-2010 Fire Crotch Rocket
I've got something to say
I'm scared and so afraid
Can you take me as I am
Come what may our blood is all the same
I'm still your little man
He said you ain't no son to me
You ain't no son to me
Eight pound baby boy I bounced on my knee
No, you ain't no son of mine
You ain't no son of mine
Aw, forget it girls there ain't no use in trying
Don't expect to get my love for free
And don't blame me
Well this ain't no fun for me
This ain't no fun for me
Oh boys should be boys
That's how it should be
You ain't coming home
No you ain't coming home
Til you walk the straight line
You'll be out on your own
Don't expect to save your soul for free
When you're the one who turned your back on me
Aren't you a sight to see
Yeah, you're a sight to see
What you call freedom makes you look like a freak
You must get around
Cause it sure got around
Don't you know that I can't show my face in this town
Don't think I'm gonna get you up off of me
When you're the one who turned your back on me
Stranger, stranger on the wall
When the neighbors come to call
I just don't know what to say
So I'll put you away
This time I won't leave a trace
I'll fill up the empty space
When I put you, I put you away
I put you away
He said you ain't no son to me
You ain't no son to me
Eight pound baby boy I bounced on my knee
No, you ain't no son of mine
You ain't no son of mine
Aw, forget it girls there ain't no use in trying
Don't expect to get my love for free
When you're the one who turned your back on me
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
Shame on you
Shame on you
Shame on you
Monday, March 8, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Hot Dog Warning Labels
Warning: The salt, fat and nitrate laden mechanically separated meat, intestines, snouts, ears, and blended organs is a potential choking hazard if not thoroughly chewed. Take small bites and chew thoroughly. But hey, enjoy that ballgame!Pediatricians Call For Choke-Proof Hot Dog - USA Today
Have you heard about this? Pediatricians want warning labels on hot dogs. How about warning labels for all food? All food presents a choking hazard if you take to large a bite and/or don't chew thoroughly before swallowing.
The American Academy of Pediatrics "would like to see foods such as hot dogs "redesigned" so their size, shape and texture make them less likely to lodge in a youngster's throat."
I say Oscar Mayer, Ballpark, Nathan's, Hebrew National, Best's Kosher, Bar S, Vienna, Armour needs to get creative. Hey, if someone found a way to freeze dry ice cream, why can't they make hot dogs safe? Hot dog pellets? Ick! No. Flat hot dogs...oh wait...they call that bologna.
©2008-2010 Fire Crotch Rocket
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