Monday, July 09, 2018
Fey-Gay Cooking?
He has packed the small box with his knives and measuring spoons and a few books.
Pops in Producer then.
“Why did you pack? Did I TELL you to?” She seems angry, as if he didn’t wait for her solid final word.
Then she holds up Variety.
FEY GAY COOKING SHOWS REBOUND!
“Might wanna add to that dinky box for a new two-year run!”
Complains to longtime girl bud, Mary Kane, that evening.
Who told him we let others decide!
“Our story!--though got a job again at any rate.”
“Fey? Do you see fey in me?”
“Nope. I see--excuse the expression--masculine. And down-home funny!”
“And gay?”
“One out of two ain’t bad!”
“Am I to show a lot of ballpark food, so I’m not over-poopy-precious?”
“Good! Patent some greasy horror and
get rich! Then fey, not fey? Who gives
a shit? Above the battle so with do-re-me!”
“Never. Sadly, never.”
“Oh well! They tootle, we dance! So WHAT? You’re still yourself!”
“And that’s not much!”
“Your pals gratefully take it!”
Labels: Cooking Show, fey, friends, gay, hierarchy, power, TV
Monday, June 25, 2018
Girl, Boy
-Have you ever been declared
legally dead?
-By lover or physician?
-Let me think. Both?
-Twenty-Vaguely-Ten! John Barleycorn, too, strongly vying for my affection and treatment!
-And he obviously won!
-Only in the long run. Turning gay
upped my game in the short one.
-Made it more flamboyant, bet
you that!
-Man does not live on bets alone.
-You wagered you die and you lived!
-What’re the ODDS?
-I’d guess even up either way.
-You’re a woman...and I’m thinking
about switching back.
-Never on my dime!
Labels: alcoholism, gay, legally dead, sex switch
Friday, September 29, 2017
Pillars
Knot's Wife
joined the porno site,
Any Twosie for Tuesday.
As “Auntie Knotty.”
But...not much variation on a pair
doing it, you'd think.
But you'd be wrong!
And Gay Stuff nearly three
quarters of the whole.
She cracked that it was
the hetero's way of being
gaysie-waysie!
God predicted to end the filth
by some conservatives!
But southern towns, even in the
Modern South, stlll lethargic.
Even the porno, and its opposing
Christian Soldiers, being more
sideways than firm.
Until, He did step in after a brisk
warning, just like the biblical story,
spelling the end of her!
Ladies Association wanted her
moved from Delnuns Park, where
so many children play, to Harner Quad
in the midst of squat office buildings,
but Hurricane Irma's drenching
left two little rills of salt, and Parks
and Recreation sent a crew to scrape
them away.
Black, so a lot of joking.
Labels: black, gay, Lot's Wife, pornography, salt
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Guarded Old Party
-and boys?
-Naughty!
-Just my brand of Republicanism.
-Shame they can’t catch up with you!
They eased you away from that
Chairmanship when it was absolutely
your turn.
-Unfortunately, we must cater to those
mixing snot into speech.
Labels: Chairmanship, core, gay, gay hate, GOP, intolerance, Republican Gay, votes
Saturday, May 16, 2015
Nitty Gritty Football
...with a whiff of romance
-So the mild accountant pronounces
the harsh sentence?
-Harsh? We've kept it away from the
Commissioner. In the club only.
You're suspended for one game.
-Be good for my body. Healing. Always
healing.
-Another good for your body will be
to never go into sleazy nightclubs
again! Your trouble stems from the
sterling characters you meet there.
Especially the women!
-God never intended such clever ones
go into the trade!
-If you think they're so...why then o why!
do you end up fighting for them?
-Old-fashioned values!
-Well, spare the club any more of those!
-Huh! They call the owner a Robber Baron!
-THEY call? He's great to work for, and
that's enough for me.
-You kind of guys are quick to judge
the likes of me, but bend over for...!
-You’re wrong there. I only do that for
those I love.
-Do you have a partner?
-Not presently. Try-outs open.
-No thanks. I'm in enough trouble.
-Seriously, you need a male friend who's
not into barroom brawls.
-Culture? Art galleries and fancy music?
Little bitty sandwiches?
-Among others. Consider Ballet! Closer to
the athleticism you probably admire.
-We don't go up on our tippy toes!
-But frequently end up on your back.
-That's football.
-Too bad.
-The culture thing really ain't so far out an idea,
but...uh...?
-Don't worry. I give warning before I predate.
-That's a relief.
-I’m warning you now.
-So aggressive!
-You're used to it.
Labels: football, gay, nightclubs, predation, suspension, women
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Hanging Out
-TV full of people demonstrating for Gay Marriage,
front of Supreme Court.
-Terrif!
-Tell me, Russel, cuz I wanna know, have
you ever been sexually demeaned in here?
-Not sexually, no. Just in the way we demean each
other in here naturally.
-That’s a democracy!
-Guess so.
-And, outside this boozy lounge?
-Hurt so much so many times, I’ve blocked!
-Too bad. Let’s see, you’re about six-zero.
so...fifty injurious years, give or take..
-Took! About it, for the years.
-Fifty more, home free!
-They count on my dying before that, of course.
-That’s the American way...right after lynching.
But look at all those young people on the TV!
Taking your place, and with more fight!
-Yeah, but after the long struggle, it gets to be
bore-ass. And then fewer and fewer show up!
-Do the Republicans bring in Storm Troopers then?
-Bash a fag for Christ!
-But you don’t give up?
-Of course not. THEY don’t!
Labels: Christian, demeaning, fag, gay, Gay Marriage, lounge, Republican Storm Troopers, scapegoat, Supreme Court, violence
Monday, February 09, 2015
Gay Ranchero Eggs
A Fragment Expressing Attitudes
Uncle Mario, Larkie delivering Tastycakes, and Rocco.
Minnie’s Ranch Luncheonette.
ROCCO
When he came out, his wife didn’t like it one
little bit.
LARKIE
Why? Was it her turn?
MARIO
Disgusting!
ROCCO
I’m quitting! Larkie gets all the good lines.
LARKIE
My day!
MARIO
I liked it better when everything was a deep, dark secret. People weren’t such pains in the ass!
ROCCO
That’s too superficial and ego-centered! Give us the
intricate psychoanalysis your advanced years are
supposed to enable you to puke out.
MARIO
Fuck you! I never did like you! I told my sister...!
LARKIE
Family! I love Family!
ROCCO
Join ours! No requirements.
LARKIE
Can I be gay?
MARIO
No!
ROCCO
Only if you shoot video. If we can teach Uncle Mario, here, to operate a VCR, he might learn something yet.
MARIO
I’m gonna bring you up to the Family, fuckin Rocco! Disrespectful little...!
LARKIE
I love Family!
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Rocco’s South Philadelphia is unafraid of modern topics. Since there are none. Search him atop this page for further idiotic history.
Labels: Family, gay, Rocco, South Philadelphia, Tastycakes, VCR, video, Western
Friday, December 20, 2013
Sexual Elements of Morale
The Shop
To improve our morale immeasurably, get the boss
out of the closet!
Amateur diagnosis.
He comes close when Manny, a quiet Copy Machine Tech,
fixes the beasts management won't replace.
His long eyelashes! And the boss heard to ask what he
did for excitement!
But, never goes anywhere, like most flirtations.
Meantime, Lauren, minces aboard, cutely eager.
This fresh grad makes the mistake of wearing a sort of
mild Parisian Apache outfit to start her second week.
Greeted with "Like some cream with that tart?" Typical.
He could be nasty, of course. Must ask St Peter or Old
Scratch now, though, how they‘re taking him.
Yeah, his shocking exit picks up morale. The ladies
use their room for its intended purpose, not to cry.
I’m in charge till HQ sends a warm body, and I curb
my wit, what there is of it. Wife, anyway, cites a low figure.
New one proves to be a book guy, which keeps spirits up
since you know what to expect.
He starts dating Manny too, so that’s taken care of.
Accountant Warley sings, mostly light operatic standards,
such as Love Is Where You Find It.
Call us a happy shop, and no one argues.
Labels: apache dance, closet, gay, happy shop, shop, work
Thursday, July 04, 2013
On Notice
Next Monthly Meeting of FREEDOM NOW AND FOREVER will feature former state representative, Claude Collerette
speaking on How we stopped the “women,” fancy boys,climate-change nazis, and, not least, tippy-toe
dancing in our capital city.
speaking on How we stopped the “women,” fancy boys,climate-change nazis, and, not least, tippy-toe
dancing in our capital city.
Labels: ballet, climate-change, Federalism, gay, Right, state, women
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Country Matters
O the bumpkins want their gunkins.
The more lethal the better
to at the least fantasize mass
murder or race war. If gays
have the sense to back off, sights
will be lowered in their case. Late for
the match, so Hate prospers quite
bristlingly without them.
Labels: bumpkin, country, gay, guns, hate, Race, race war, violent fantasy
Thursday, December 13, 2012
to our suburban development,
we expect slow acceptance.
Practically immediate. Helped
they’re social, running Bean-
bag Toss in our yearly fete,
doing mucho driving for
Little League and Pop Warner.
Most instrumental in Safe Prom Night.
Insuring our boys and girls not mangled
in booze-stinking sedans. Capper arrives
when they’re invited by holdout Neanderthals
the ultimate capper: They come out
as Conservative Republicans! “Oy!”
exclaims Mac Murphy, and “Begorrah!”
appends Sid Cohen. Democratic Co-Chairs.
Labels: acceptance of gays, Democrat, gay, neighborhood, Republican, social
Saturday, November 03, 2012
Flower of Malaya
-...and I found that I didn't have to undergo
the torture of choosing between Bruce and Betty.
-By choosing both?
-Bingo! Happy at last!
-Judging from the solo aspects of this shitty
apartment, something happened to divert
such happiness?
-Bruce and Betty happened.
-I see. But even then...I mean you're experimenters after all.
-They left.
-And a note?
-A doozie! Including an allusion to words from an old song...flower of Malaya.
-And which of you is...?
-Couldn’t say. All incomprehensible.
-Like love--or loves--itself. Or themselves.
Or something. At any rate, here you are, celibate and eating from cans.
-Not the latter. Frozen dinners. To which I
apply a chef's touch!
-Could exemplify your whole life.
-Let's...keep it light.
-...and I found that I didn't have to undergo
the torture of choosing between Bruce and Betty.
-By choosing both?
-Bingo! Happy at last!
-Judging from the solo aspects of this shitty
apartment, something happened to divert
such happiness?
-Bruce and Betty happened.
-I see. But even then...I mean you're experimenters after all.
-They left.
-And a note?
-A doozie! Including an allusion to words from an old song...flower of Malaya.
-And which of you is...?
-Couldn’t say. All incomprehensible.
-Like love--or loves--itself. Or themselves.
Or something. At any rate, here you are, celibate and eating from cans.
-Not the latter. Frozen dinners. To which I
apply a chef's touch!
-Could exemplify your whole life.
-Let's...keep it light.
Labels: bi, Flower of Malaya, gay, love triangle
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Rocco and Amiable Andy
ROCCO
Another Republican caught with a paid boy in his bed!
ANDY
Variation of the overwhelming carnal.
ROCCO
Media going back to gather up all his anti-gay pronouncements.
ANDY
Which he believed while pronouncing.
ROCCO
And now he goes to pray with a special group which aids when
hands trapped in the odd cookie jar.
ANDY
And they'll mean those prayers, as does he. Fervently.
ROCCO
What're you? Champion of Hypocrisy?
ANDY
Politics is narrow. Life is wide.
ROCCO
Hey! We got somebody to savage--the GOP does it for breakfast--and you serve up this tepid tea.
ANDY
Look to JC. He serves it up too.
Saints weave among the righteous in South Philadelphia.
ROCCO
Another Republican caught with a paid boy in his bed!
ANDY
Variation of the overwhelming carnal.
ROCCO
Media going back to gather up all his anti-gay pronouncements.
ANDY
Which he believed while pronouncing.
ROCCO
And now he goes to pray with a special group which aids when
hands trapped in the odd cookie jar.
ANDY
And they'll mean those prayers, as does he. Fervently.
ROCCO
What're you? Champion of Hypocrisy?
ANDY
Politics is narrow. Life is wide.
ROCCO
Hey! We got somebody to savage--the GOP does it for breakfast--and you serve up this tepid tea.
ANDY
Look to JC. He serves it up too.
Saints weave among the righteous in South Philadelphia.
Labels: gay, GOP, hypocrisy, tolerance
