<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609</id><updated>2012-01-13T08:58:04.248-08:00</updated><category term='lesbian myths'/><category term='b2'/><category term='a Christmas story'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='U.S. Constitution'/><category term='b4'/><category term='poem'/><category term='news'/><category term='lesbian fiction'/><category term='politics'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='guest author'/><category term='civil liberties'/><category term='art'/><category term='forum'/><category term='my journey'/><category term='Rusty'/><category term='b6'/><category term='civil rights'/><category term='Rusty 5'/><category term='hollywood'/><category term='erotic'/><category term='parents'/><category term='b3'/><category term='topic'/><category term='Leece'/><category term='b1'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='lesbian romance'/><category term='suicide'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='lesbian'/><category term='sports'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='b5'/><category term='religion'/><category term='Melissa Etheridge'/><category term='lesbian couple'/><category term='reader comments'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='transsexual'/><category term='lezbian'/><category term='hetero-male'/><category term='public notice'/><category term='Kathy&apos;s blogs'/><category term='b7'/><category term='my art'/><category term='funeral'/><title type='text'>Salty's Poetic Lesbian Tales</title><subtitle type='html'>WELCOME to SPT. fiction, poetry, thoughts on current events, personal tidbits. WARNING: Adults only.
WARNING: I will delete comments that are attacks on the LGBT community.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>240</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-8998021694685373950</id><published>2011-11-26T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T09:04:13.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><title type='text'>Married Yet?</title><summary type='text'> The other day I saw a woman I had written about in my poem The Game. When we were teens she and a boy tried to kiss me in my livingroom. We passed a few words asking about family. She asked if I was still at the last place she knew I lived. She asked if I was married - yet. I don't even remember if I answered the married yet question and if I did it was a quick response and on to something else.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/8998021694685373950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2011/11/married-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8998021694685373950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8998021694685373950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2011/11/married-yet.html' title='Married Yet?'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJ-4xxR2rxs/TtEZ0ABliVI/AAAAAAAAA2w/h-79Edw_ZoA/s72-c/circle_S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-721036181562361609</id><published>2011-02-03T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T07:38:06.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b7'/><title type='text'>Startle Me</title><summary type='text'>i didn't mean to startle you, she said when i turned my head slightlyand glimpsed her standing close behind me i said i did not feel her back there what i didn't say was that she could startle me anytime as i worked i kept smiling secretly to myself and hoped she would come back and startle me again or just stand close beside or behind me in the short time that we have known each other by being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/721036181562361609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2011/02/startle-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/721036181562361609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/721036181562361609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2011/02/startle-me.html' title='Startle Me'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-5895316376009241210</id><published>2010-09-16T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T09:27:31.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>Black Lesbians on TV (real &amp; pretend)</title><summary type='text'> Jasika Nicole is an out actress who plays FBI Special Agent Astrid Farnsworth in Fringe, a Fox sci-fi series. Tonight I will watch the show for the first time just because she is playing on it. If she actually has something to do and is not just on camera for three minutes I'll watch the show. And I hope that if she does have a substantial part that her character isn't "straight" if her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/5895316376009241210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/09/black-lesbians-on-tv-real-pretend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/5895316376009241210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/5895316376009241210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/09/black-lesbians-on-tv-real-pretend.html' title='Black Lesbians on TV (real &amp; pretend)'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/TJJeXxHFDsI/AAAAAAAAA0k/zX8QV9rDHqw/s72-c/Jasika+Nicole+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-8228843081495177372</id><published>2010-08-22T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:25:12.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>The Original Charlie's Angels subtext?</title><summary type='text'>One of my favorite all time tv shows is Charlie's Angels. As a lesbian teen it was good for me to see that women could be intelligent, athletic and attractive who could do more than get into trouble and wait for a man to rescue her. The original Angels did it all. They could run, race cars, skate board, dance, roller blade, swim, play golf, tennis and they had guns that they would shot if they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/8228843081495177372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/08/original-charlies-angels-subtext.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8228843081495177372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8228843081495177372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/08/original-charlies-angels-subtext.html' title='The Original Charlie&apos;s Angels subtext?'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/THIECwnwEFI/AAAAAAAAAzs/zZmoA9jV5SI/s72-c/Sabrina+%26+Kelly.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-9014595954324719423</id><published>2010-08-20T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T10:14:16.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian romance'/><title type='text'>Tori and Thea Pt 3&amp;4</title><summary type='text'>The following is just an excerpt from a story I'm working on - but not much right now. So if you don't like reading a story that isn't finished - that doesn't have an ending yet, then don't read this story. HA!=====PART 3"Good morning" Tori said entering the dining room. Thea nodded and took the seat beside her. Isabel placed platters of breakfast goodies on the table and retreated into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/9014595954324719423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/08/tori-and-thea-pt-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/9014595954324719423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/9014595954324719423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/08/tori-and-thea-pt-3.html' title='Tori and Thea Pt 3&amp;4'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-4094982525341557796</id><published>2010-08-18T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T12:42:03.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>Is American TV Growing Up - Memphis Beat</title><summary type='text'>I don't watch much television but last night I was clicking channels and came upon a show that has one of my favorite actresses on it. On Memphis Beat, Alfre Woodard plays police Lt Tanya Rice, boss to the lead character. I actually watched a new tv show to the end. On the episode last night, a Black undercover female cop complimented Rice on her bossom the first time she saw her. The men laughed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/4094982525341557796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-american-tv-growing-up-memphis-beat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4094982525341557796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4094982525341557796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-american-tv-growing-up-memphis-beat.html' title='Is American TV Growing Up - Memphis Beat'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-1249255982424671560</id><published>2010-08-05T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T10:05:33.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><title type='text'>Go to the Store</title><summary type='text'>At a store I frequent, I think the cashier thought I was interested in her because she wouldn't talk to me unless I asked her where something was. The store items keep getting moved around so even though I go there often, I sometimes have to ask where something is or if they have what I want. One day I entered the store and a female ex-classmate came up to me and gave me a hug. Whenever she sees </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/1249255982424671560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/08/go-to-store.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1249255982424671560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1249255982424671560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/08/go-to-store.html' title='Go to the Store'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-5111655115464749611</id><published>2010-07-18T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T23:26:06.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>SummerTime</title><summary type='text'>Women will send me e-mails but don't want to talk to me here at SPT. :) I wasn't trying to get a date with the previous post, which I have deleted. That was just an experiment trying to get women to stop being shy about approaching a woman first, even anonymously, and say hello. You don't have to be intimidated by women or embarrassed about talking to a woman. You should ask yourself what you are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/5111655115464749611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/07/summertime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/5111655115464749611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/5111655115464749611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/07/summertime.html' title='SummerTime'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-7607987422426447538</id><published>2010-07-07T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T15:19:33.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lezbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian'/><title type='text'>It's Amusing To Me</title><summary type='text'>It's always amusing to me when I read comments by men at lesbian sites who try to give their opinions on why lesbians don't want to have sex with them. And the things they say just clearly shows they don't read and don't pay attention to what lesbians say about our own sexuality.I am a lezbian. I don't date sex fantasize about men. I am a woman who is not sexually attracted to men so what would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/7607987422426447538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-amusing-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7607987422426447538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7607987422426447538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-amusing-to-me.html' title='It&apos;s Amusing To Me'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-7225658290227167414</id><published>2010-07-07T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T15:09:07.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><title type='text'>Salty, the introvert :)</title><summary type='text'>As SPT readers know, I am a Melissa Etheridge fan. I am editing this post to remove the comment I made about Melissa and Tammy's breakup. Some people are taking sides without knowing what is actually going on inside M&amp;T's relationship. I was just hoping they would get back together. But I believe that people should separate if the relationship is not good. So still not taking sides, I wish for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/7225658290227167414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/07/salty-introvert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7225658290227167414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7225658290227167414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/07/salty-introvert.html' title='Salty, the introvert :)'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/TDT5pBFexzI/AAAAAAAAAy8/ieqEEPfYs44/s72-c/circle_S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-61505335178775075</id><published>2010-06-02T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T13:40:44.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><title type='text'>Family Matters</title><summary type='text'>When my cousin first got married, I was a bridesmaid. I didn't reach for the tossed flowers. When she married again, I attended that wedding. Recently she renewed her marriage vows but I did not attend. I didn't because I know she voted against me having the legal right to get married. She is a minister and thinks she should follow the writings in an ancient book when it comes to other people's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/61505335178775075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/06/family-matters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/61505335178775075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/61505335178775075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/06/family-matters.html' title='Family Matters'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-8521318169797248923</id><published>2010-05-16T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T07:18:51.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>Shake It Off</title><summary type='text'>this morning melissa etheridge was on at 9am where she was interviewed and performed some past hits and a couple of songs from her new album "fearless love" - the lyrics to that song "the wanting of you"got to me a little teeny bit - sometimes i think about - don't want to think about - but i do sometimes think about - that song made me think about - a woman - that married a man - had his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/8521318169797248923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/05/shake-it-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8521318169797248923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8521318169797248923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/05/shake-it-off.html' title='Shake It Off'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-7479645272768998016</id><published>2010-05-07T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T17:16:07.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><title type='text'>I Was A Teen Lesbian</title><summary type='text'>What is it about me, that even from a young age, females were always trying me? Sex appeal - even way back then? HA! One teen-day, I was standing with several other girls when my best friend, at the time, put me against the fence and put a leg between mine. Yeah, just thinking about it, I'm smiling right now. The other girls said "awww!". It was day time and very out in the open. Guess what? One </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/7479645272768998016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-teen-lesbian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7479645272768998016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7479645272768998016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-teen-lesbian.html' title='I Was A Teen Lesbian'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/S-SkKKZi_aI/AAAAAAAAAx0/tnfosr1fRDU/s72-c/smiley.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-1246811254340576768</id><published>2010-04-29T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T15:09:52.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian'/><title type='text'>Maxi - The Cookout</title><summary type='text'>"Are you awake"."Yes", Maxi replied as she held April tighter. She knew what was coming next."I've got to go. Don't get up. I'll call you later today", April said as she quickly touched her lips to Maxi's and left the arms and bed of the person who had given her the best night of her life. The only light came from the window. She could hear a bird whistle. It wouldn't be long before daybreak.A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/1246811254340576768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/04/maxi-cookout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1246811254340576768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1246811254340576768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/04/maxi-cookout.html' title='Maxi - The Cookout'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-7114834187866138726</id><published>2010-04-28T16:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T13:17:43.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Civil Rights &amp; Being "Different"</title><summary type='text'> I didn't intend to do anymore post on political issues at SPT, but ....In Arizona USA, a new law will permit racial profiling of people who "look un-American".A few months ago, heterosexual Americans of color voted in massive numbers to deny gay people the legal right to marry each other - because gay people are "different" than the majority population.I have been saying and saying and saying - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/7114834187866138726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-didnt-intend-to-do-anymore-post-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7114834187866138726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7114834187866138726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-didnt-intend-to-do-anymore-post-on.html' title='Civil Rights &amp; Being &quot;Different&quot;'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/S9jFcWLKIVI/AAAAAAAAAw0/378y2NqEcz4/s72-c/Statue+of+Liberty+w+flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-1914258778172280201</id><published>2010-03-28T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T14:20:02.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian'/><title type='text'>Breezy</title><summary type='text'>It was spring and I was walking along the river trail enjoying the slight breeze and the ducks gathered at the shoreline. A few other people were out strolling, riding bikes and walking with their dogs. I decided to do a bit of speed walking to catch up to the long legs in shorts just a sprinting distance from me. She stopped at the fountain to get a drink of water and then went into the ladies </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/1914258778172280201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/03/breezy-by-saltyc2010-part-1-it-was.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1914258778172280201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1914258778172280201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2010/03/breezy-by-saltyc2010-part-1-it-was.html' title='Breezy'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-8224877640079030011</id><published>2009-07-28T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T04:12:49.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian fiction'/><title type='text'>No Stopping Until ...</title><summary type='text'>Stella rang the doorbell and wiped her sweating palms on the sides of her pants. It was a Fall day and the temperature was mild but she was nervous. She had been calling Agnes for four days and each time her mother said she couldn't come to the phone. Agnes had not been seen in those four days and Stella thought something was seriously wrong because Agnes rarely missed classes.It was her best </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/8224877640079030011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-stopping-until.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8224877640079030011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8224877640079030011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-stopping-until.html' title='No Stopping Until ...'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-2417360664285433528</id><published>2009-07-26T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:44:12.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Truth Beyond Her Belief</title><summary type='text'>Around 1:30am, Mom called me to see a tv program she was watching. A woman on it was irritating her. The woman was staying a month with two gay men who had children. She is a Christian. They are Christians. I was at the keyboard typing something else and the following was just there.she couldn't see truth beyond her beliefshe made two gay men cryshe couldn't stand that the homeheaded by two gay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/2417360664285433528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/07/truth-beyond-her-belief.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/2417360664285433528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/2417360664285433528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/07/truth-beyond-her-belief.html' title='Truth Beyond Her Belief'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-1450281773292273156</id><published>2009-06-25T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:51:47.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>Michael Jackson &amp; Farrah Fawcett</title><summary type='text'>A cousin called to see if I had heard that Michael Jackson had died. Turning to a MSNBC, the report was that Michael was in a coma. Before the official report was released, there were reports out that he had died. Michael was reportedly taken from his home by ambulance to UCLA medical center about six miles away, having had cardiac arrest. Someone else called to see if I had heard the news. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/1450281773292273156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/06/cousin-called-to-see-if-i-had-heard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1450281773292273156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1450281773292273156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/06/cousin-called-to-see-if-i-had-heard.html' title='Michael Jackson &amp; Farrah Fawcett'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-6774247068338286474</id><published>2009-06-24T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:00:26.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b6'/><title type='text'>Stop-No-Don't</title><summary type='text'>I keep reading stuff by females who are attracted to another female but get scared about what it means. Some don't want to be lesbians. Some don't know if it means they are lesbians. Some care too much about what other people think and so deny themselves the chance to even get to know someone.=======Stop-No-Don't==========Stop -- please stopTurn off your eyes - turn off your smileDon't look so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/6774247068338286474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-no-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/6774247068338286474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/6774247068338286474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-no-dont.html' title='Stop-No-Don&apos;t'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-6555614420860051073</id><published>2009-06-23T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:07:55.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b6'/><title type='text'>WOW !!!</title><summary type='text'>WonderfulOrgasmicMeanAggravatingNiceI'll take one.she her miss mscaught my eye when she strolled byshe motioned for me to come over but I wouldn'tshe smiled one of her rare smilesshe said i almost made her cussso i tried again and again andokay i left her alonethe cashier had cleavagethat i tried not to look down onblink turn away blink look blink blink look awaywell dang, if they are not to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/6555614420860051073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/6555614420860051073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/6555614420860051073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow.html' title='WOW !!!'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-3202777411656521425</id><published>2009-06-11T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:50:50.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest author'/><title type='text'>Time Will NOT Make Me Straight</title><summary type='text'>Nice to meet you! So, if you don't mind me asking....are you feeling depressed because you are a lesbian but married to a man? I have been there, and I am still married but I now choose to leave him after being in the marriage for 8 years and not to forget, we both share a son who is 6 years old. I still haven't come out to my family, well my sister knows and some of my close friends. I have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/3202777411656521425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-will-not-make-me-straight-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3202777411656521425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3202777411656521425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-will-not-make-me-straight-by.html' title='Time Will NOT Make Me Straight'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-2553366757424232374</id><published>2009-05-19T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:39:07.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>On Demand</title><summary type='text'>Last night, I was watching The Wire on demand with Mom. One episode had two scenes with naked people. About the only thing I feel comfortable watching with her is old westerns because there is no nudity.Anyway, the first scene was Kima (Sonja Sohn), lesbian detective, feasting on a woman's breast and Mom talked through the whole thing. That's the cop. Did you say she's cheatin? Her girlfriend is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/2553366757424232374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-demand.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/2553366757424232374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/2553366757424232374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-demand.html' title='On Demand'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/ShONutnilWI/AAAAAAAAArM/LA-PL3L7RWY/s72-c/Kima.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-3059122887321015710</id><published>2009-05-15T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:16:58.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Parents + Kids = Family</title><summary type='text'>Alex, the wife of Wanda Sykes gave birth to twins, a girl &amp; boy. Two babies were born healthy but not everyone is pleased. As usual, those who have so much hate/evilness in their stone hearts use this joyful event as an opportunity to take weak punches at the homosexual community. (read stupid comments here)Exactly how does two women living together as lovers and raising their children become a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/3059122887321015710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/05/parents-kids-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3059122887321015710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3059122887321015710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/05/parents-kids-family.html' title='Parents + Kids = Family'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-5194894037788436184</id><published>2009-05-02T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:23:56.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian fiction'/><title type='text'>My Sweet Sophie</title><summary type='text'>When I first met Sophie, she was secretary to a lawyer I consulted about a business venture I was interested in undertaking. I wanted a lawyer to check the contract and see if everything was above board and no loop holes that I could sink into further down stream.Sophie had a smile that instantly drew my attention, and need I say that wasn't all that woman had that I found interesting to watch. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/5194894037788436184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-sweet-sophie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/5194894037788436184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/5194894037788436184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-sweet-sophie.html' title='My Sweet Sophie'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-4422218922853765806</id><published>2009-04-30T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:06:10.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>Gold Star / Dumbing Down</title><summary type='text'>I want a gold star for being a great lover. If there is an award for never having a man inside me, then I want a party and every woman there has to dance with me; and draw numbers to see which day they have to take me out to lunch.Actress Kelly McGillis said "I'm done with the man thing.And of course some have used Kelly's public statement about her personal journey to try to support their reason</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/4422218922853765806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/04/gold-star-dumbing-down.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4422218922853765806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4422218922853765806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/04/gold-star-dumbing-down.html' title='Gold Star / Dumbing Down'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-8352501319119541895</id><published>2009-04-21T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:44:11.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>News Worthy ... Not</title><summary type='text'>A woman who was in a beauty contest said on national tv that she thinks marriage is between a man and woman. Okay, that's her opinion. But why is it news worthy and she gets to be interviewed on MSNBC? And the guy who asked her the question was given the mike for about five seconds because he called her an improper name. But he wouldn't be given five seconds if he wanted to talk about his opinion</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/8352501319119541895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/04/news-worthy-not.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8352501319119541895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8352501319119541895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/04/news-worthy-not.html' title='News Worthy ... Not'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-1486795116382630108</id><published>2009-04-14T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:26:43.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicide'/><title type='text'>Carl Joseph Walker-Hoover</title><summary type='text'>I want to post something about Carl Joseph Walker-Hoover, an 11-year-old boy who killed himself. I want to but I can't because I want to cuss a few (more than a few) people OUT. But words don't work against those who have no feelings.I have added a Memorial further down the page. So far I have 5-names of those taken from our community. If anyone has a name they want added, then please leave the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/1486795116382630108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/04/carl-joseph-walker-hoover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1486795116382630108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1486795116382630108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/04/carl-joseph-walker-hoover.html' title='Carl Joseph Walker-Hoover'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-5100851159664615724</id><published>2009-04-10T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:40:21.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transsexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leece'/><title type='text'>About Lesbian Transsexuals by Leece Johnson</title><summary type='text'>I met Leece through a message board. I was interested to know whatever she wanted to share. She sent me an e-mail and I asked if I could post it with the intent to further share this information. --SaltyLEECEIt was suggested that I may like to write a bit about the life of a transsexual lesbian. The lesbian part I can only speak on my experience .I hope you may get some understanding of what it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/5100851159664615724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-lesbian-transsexuals-by-leece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/5100851159664615724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/5100851159664615724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-lesbian-transsexuals-by-leece.html' title='About Lesbian Transsexuals by Leece Johnson'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-3583439131136432890</id><published>2009-03-29T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:56:52.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>My Creative Side</title><summary type='text'>When in elementary school, I liked being in school plays. I memorized everyone's lines. I liked performin but there were no images on television that made me think I could be an actress. There were Black female singers but I didn't fit the profile, so I didn't see myself pursuing that avenue, but I love music and perform in the privacy of my room. Being in the church choir was nice but I don't go</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/3583439131136432890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-creative-side.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3583439131136432890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3583439131136432890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-creative-side.html' title='My Creative Side'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-2797619333499574543</id><published>2009-03-23T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:57:40.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rusty'/><title type='text'>Rusty 8</title><summary type='text'>As they each sat sipping a light wine, candle light was the only illumination in the living room. Gayle's CD player was one of the items quickly sold so Rusty had bought her a new system. As they listened to a compilation CD of soft songs that Rusty had burned on her computer, their kisses and touches were getting more heated."Let's continue this down the hall" Rusty said breaking the kiss. Her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/2797619333499574543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/03/rusty-7-chapter-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/2797619333499574543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/2797619333499574543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/03/rusty-7-chapter-2.html' title='Rusty 8'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/ScfdjVEBTdI/AAAAAAAAApo/N_PKTYmIEOg/s72-c/circle+R.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-4110496195395967090</id><published>2009-03-21T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:53:05.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rusty'/><title type='text'>Rusty 7</title><summary type='text'>Things had calmed down some, the phone had finally stopped ringing. Cousins and friends had stopped dropping by to see if Rusty was all right. Rusty and Gayle finally got a chance to speak to each other alone. Nancy had Vanessa in the kitchen with her as she put away left overs."Thank you for coming for us. I didn't know what to do, not having the money for even a motel room for one night, even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/4110496195395967090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/03/rusty-7-chapter-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4110496195395967090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4110496195395967090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/03/rusty-7-chapter-1.html' title='Rusty 7'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/ScXUbWc16iI/AAAAAAAAApg/Q5u_rxl5PDc/s72-c/circle+R.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-7000104299497588729</id><published>2009-03-11T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:52:50.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rusty'/><title type='text'>Rusty 6 : Did You Mean It?</title><summary type='text'>Warning: This portion contains violence. It was difficult to write but that's the way it developed.Gayle called Rusty's cell phone and the only thing she said was "room 10". She had checked into the motel and after waiting for Rusty for over an hours, she was giving up hope that the woman would join her. She had decided to wait one more hour, and then she would leave. When she heard a light knock</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/7000104299497588729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/03/rusty-6-did-you-mean-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7000104299497588729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7000104299497588729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/03/rusty-6-did-you-mean-it.html' title='Rusty 6 : Did You Mean It?'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SbgTtNeRB0I/AAAAAAAAApA/6pQyBk5KbeQ/s72-c/circle+R.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-1372654789652975217</id><published>2009-03-10T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:20:24.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Mind On Overload</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I'm calmer than I was the last post. First off, I'm not Jewish, Muslim or christian so I don't follow their orders. That doesn't mean I don't have my ideas about God. Some of you are probably thinking the cross is too big, but I wanted to stress the heaviness of bearing that weight. Wearing that symbol on a chain around necks for all to see proclaims faith. I don't wear one. But I carry the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/1372654789652975217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/03/mind-on-overload.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1372654789652975217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1372654789652975217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/03/mind-on-overload.html' title='Mind On Overload'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-7687534588096149832</id><published>2009-03-08T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:48:39.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>God's Love For Me</title><summary type='text'>Earth is where I dwell, it's heaven and hell. I see God's disciples and the devils spawn in darkest night and breaking dawn. God's true disciples have invisible halos but the devils spawn speak with forked tongues. Listen closely to the rhetoric, words are historic, passed down generations for manipulation to eventual mutilation. Those who believe the lies forgot Jesus said beware of false </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/7687534588096149832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/03/gods-love-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7687534588096149832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7687534588096149832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/03/gods-love-for-me.html' title='God&apos;s Love For Me'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SbwsYBCnhnI/AAAAAAAAApQ/V-GXqGqTwcU/s72-c/cross.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-4658182320788128401</id><published>2009-03-05T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:32:33.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melissa Etheridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>Melissa Etheridge Inspires Me</title><summary type='text'>Rock-n-roll princess, Melissa Etheridge, is my favorite music artist. I don't put people on pedestals but I'd build her one. She's out, proud and loud. I didn't start to write down all my feelings until I listened to her music. It was the 90's and a radio dj said she came out at some political event. That got my interest, and so I was all ears when her song "Like the Way I Do" was played. Wow! (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/4658182320788128401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/03/melissa-etheridge-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4658182320788128401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4658182320788128401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/03/melissa-etheridge-and-me.html' title='Melissa Etheridge Inspires Me'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SbB7NtcqGKI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ioKQhC-dAZ4/s72-c/ME.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-2047059908471087510</id><published>2009-03-02T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:53:00.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loosen Up !!!</title><summary type='text'>I thought the whole thing about being OUT was to convery that everyone should have freedom to express our true selves. I'm new to all these lesbian "labels" but I'm learning. I like women and want to meet someone I'm compatible with - makeup or no makeup - dress or no dress. I like the versatility of being a lesbian because I can express all my sides. I don't want to fit a stereotype of what a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/2047059908471087510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/03/loosen-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/2047059908471087510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/2047059908471087510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/03/loosen-up.html' title='Loosen Up !!!'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-1642671416562041107</id><published>2009-02-27T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:59:39.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>Hollywood and Gay Presentation</title><summary type='text'>NOTE: I don't like censorship but I don't promote hate. This post was deleted and put back up because it was the only way I could remove a commenter's name. I will not direct anyone to a site that I think is harmful. Anyone telling someone they will go to hell for loving is not promoting God in Heaven. I heard Sean Penn's 2009 Oscar speech while watching The Rachel Maddow Show. 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Parents with children should be trying to make the world safer by having laws that are equal for everyone because they don't know what their children's sexuality will be. A woman is saving her wedding dress for her daughter who is not yet five. She has an older daughter who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/8590211255569299509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/02/loving-and-supportive-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8590211255569299509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8590211255569299509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/02/loving-and-supportive-parents.html' title='Loving and Supportive Parents'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-7764580328459501690</id><published>2009-02-18T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:16:21.940-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian fiction'/><title type='text'>Swaying</title><summary type='text'>She looked a little disheartened as she sat at the bar, two stools from me. Moments before, she had asked a woman to have a drink with her but the woman walked away without even replying verbally. It was Valentine's Day and I was sitting alone sipping my ginger ale. I had recently been dumped by a woman and wasn't really interested in even eyeing other women. As we sat there in silence, both in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/7764580328459501690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/02/swaying.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7764580328459501690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7764580328459501690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/02/swaying.html' title='Swaying'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-3069202601226141556</id><published>2009-02-13T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:22:50.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funeral'/><title type='text'>I Went To A Funeral Today</title><summary type='text'>I went to a funeral today. My eyes are still swollen. Family came in from out of town and it was so good to see them. What a  shame that it takes a death in the family these days to get most of us together.  I sat on the front row and looked at Cuz laying in the casket and he looked so peaceful. His earthly life had ended and his many family and friends were there to see him off. A cousin who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/3069202601226141556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-went-to-funeral-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3069202601226141556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3069202601226141556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-went-to-funeral-today.html' title='I Went To A Funeral Today'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-7330496132866066349</id><published>2009-02-05T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:36:28.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><title type='text'>Where To Find Women</title><summary type='text'>One day this week, I went to the hospital to see a relative. In the elevator on the way up, a guy I was with made a sound referencing the attractive female hospital worker that got off before we did. Later, when I was in my relative's room, I tried not to take too much notice of another woman drawing blood. My relative wasn't doing well, and I should not have been thinking about that woman. When </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/7330496132866066349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-to-find-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7330496132866066349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7330496132866066349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-to-find-women.html' title='Where To Find Women'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-5693192909283236764</id><published>2009-02-02T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:02:29.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><title type='text'>I Am Who? (and what do i want)</title><summary type='text'>I recently found out what the big secret was concerning my birth. My name on the birth certificate has me with Mom's maiden name. As it turns out, my mother was not married to my father when she had me. Since she did not want to talk about it, I was thinking that maybe the other guy was my father. Now I look at her and laugh because she still doesn't want to talk about it. Oh the shame of it all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/5693192909283236764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-who-and-what-do-i-want.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/5693192909283236764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/5693192909283236764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-who-and-what-do-i-want.html' title='I Am Who? (and what do i want)'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-3289871981829380134</id><published>2009-01-26T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:36:11.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rusty 5'/><title type='text'>Rusty 5</title><summary type='text'>Weeks went by routinely. When Spring finally arrived, it brought not only milder weather, but Salena returned for a week to visit her mother. Her second day back, she stopped by early one evening to see Rusty. Gayle, Vanessa and Sandy were there having dinner. Sandy's boyfriend Gary, was on the road again. Rusty answered the door bell and was surprised to see Salena. The two women embraced."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/3289871981829380134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/01/rusty-5-csalty20082009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3289871981829380134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3289871981829380134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/01/rusty-5-csalty20082009.html' title='Rusty 5'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SX2DFzyH15I/AAAAAAAAAjk/5rC38OkxK3A/s72-c/circle+R.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-8569143120444545775</id><published>2009-01-22T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:56:30.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U.S. Constitution'/><title type='text'>President Obama and the U.S. Constitution</title><summary type='text'>President Obama practiced as a civil rights attorney and taught Constitutional Law before becoming a Senator. In his inauguration address to America and the world he spoke of equality:"The God given promise that all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness."This new President knows that his belief in God does not conflict with the laws of the U.S.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/8569143120444545775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/01/president-obama-and-us-constitution.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8569143120444545775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8569143120444545775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/01/president-obama-and-us-constitution.html' title='President Obama and the U.S. Constitution'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SXjoo3nYKNI/AAAAAAAAAgE/yeDpiBmZy_w/s72-c/President+Obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-7622460168610933657</id><published>2009-01-22T13:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:18:24.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><title type='text'>President Obama's Inauguration Address</title><summary type='text'>My fellow citizens:I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/7622460168610933657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/01/president-obamas-inauguration-address.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7622460168610933657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7622460168610933657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/01/president-obamas-inauguration-address.html' title='President Obama&apos;s Inauguration Address'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-7554943123768897922</id><published>2009-01-13T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:20:15.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>A Minister Speaks Out</title><summary type='text'>Many people don't like Reverend Al Sharpton but take the time to click the link below and read what he said about gays having the Constitutional Right to marry.Sharpton: Church uses money and power to persecute gays but ...PageOneQ.com - Jan 13, 2009"Whatever my personal feelings may be about gay and lesbian marriages, unless you are prepared to say gays and lesbians are not human beings, they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/7554943123768897922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/01/minister-speaks-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7554943123768897922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7554943123768897922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/01/minister-speaks-out.html' title='A Minister Speaks Out'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-3326224860366471063</id><published>2009-01-09T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:21:18.039-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><title type='text'>Sheroe</title><summary type='text'>One day, I walked up behind Sheroe, turned my back to her's, close but not touching. When she looked over her shoulder, I kept shifting. She was talking to someone else so I just said hi and walked off. Women were watching, and I just smiled. I like messing with people. I rode with my cousin from work one day. Sheroe sat up front and I was in back with a woman and a man. The woman sat between me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/3326224860366471063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/01/sheroe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3326224860366471063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3326224860366471063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/01/sheroe.html' title='Sheroe'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-1514761018574443038</id><published>2009-01-09T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:35:48.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><title type='text'>Break Time</title><summary type='text'>I'm shy. No really, I am, but I'm working on it. Anyway, I use to go on break and sat alone, but a co-worker would sometimes have her break at the same time, and sit with me. She worked the line right behind me but would sometimes come to mine to talk. We were so easy with each other. After the rumor started, someone asked if I was gay, and the woman said nobody here was gay. Whether to protect </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/1514761018574443038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/01/break-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1514761018574443038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1514761018574443038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/01/break-time.html' title='Break Time'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-2579297311064142949</id><published>2009-01-09T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:29:08.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hollywood'/><title type='text'>Making Homos</title><summary type='text'>Another rumor is out about an actress being a l-word because she kissed a female friend in public, maybe. The article wasn't clear if it was her -- could have been misidentification.she's laughing off rumors / those lesbians only wish / who caresEven if she did kiss a female in public, so what??? When are heterosexuals going to grow up enough to accept that homosexuals do exist, so they don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/2579297311064142949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/01/making-homos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/2579297311064142949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/2579297311064142949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/01/making-homos.html' title='Making Homos'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-1856995208841045970</id><published>2009-01-08T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:00:03.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><title type='text'>Ready For A Change</title><summary type='text'>The sun is out. Ya! I'm going a little stir crazy, spending so much time inside. My car is fickled, works when it wants to, now I don't want to take it out. It cost me $100 to have it towed because it cut off on me in traffic. Now that it's back in the driveway, it doesn't cut off when taken out of park. The insurance company only reimbursed half of what it cost to have it towed, and that was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/1856995208841045970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/01/ready-for-change.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1856995208841045970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1856995208841045970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/01/ready-for-change.html' title='Ready For A Change'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-4258867177471959057</id><published>2009-01-05T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:40:28.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><title type='text'>Teens Today</title><summary type='text'>Tonight a neighbor came over after work to talk because she was ticked-off about something that happened at work. Her teen daughter came over and did not speak when she came in. Part of me wants to think she's just a rude teen, but I have a feeling that she doesn't like that her mother comes often to my house, especially when I'm home. My neighbor doesn't come to see me, but visits with my mother</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/4258867177471959057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/01/teens-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4258867177471959057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4258867177471959057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2009/01/teens-today.html' title='Teens Today'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-4237157051823539483</id><published>2008-12-31T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:04:42.636-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melissa Etheridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='civil rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Last Thoughts for 2008</title><summary type='text'>It's the last day of 2008 and I wanted to post one last thing about Gay marriage and Civil Rights. I've made 2 or 3 drafts, but finally decided to just post the following.IT'S CRAP. When Rick Warren and others say they are against legal marriage for Gays because the word "marriage" has something to do with religion -- it's crap.The KKK burning crosses, is not protested by religious institutions. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/4237157051823539483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-thoughts-for-2008.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4237157051823539483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4237157051823539483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-thoughts-for-2008.html' title='Last Thoughts for 2008'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-8725349959816018915</id><published>2008-12-27T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:22:56.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a Christmas story'/><title type='text'>A CHRISTMAS STORY</title><summary type='text'>I hope those who celebrate Christmas had a merry ole time with family and friends and took a moment to say happy birthday before the presents were unwrapped.A web-friend told me of a story she read and after I read it, I wanted to pass it on. Boltgirl, a fellow blogger, said I could link it, so to read a feel good Christmas story click the URL.http://boltgirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/8725349959816018915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8725349959816018915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8725349959816018915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-story.html' title='A CHRISTMAS STORY'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-1964351476201681998</id><published>2008-12-24T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:56:22.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><title type='text'>ALL MY GHOST</title><summary type='text'>All my ghost they find me - like my past they think they own me - all the bridges that you burn come back one day to haunt you - one day you're find you'll walking lonely - love feels right work it out - don't give it up baby - anybody tell you that - you should take some time before you throw it all away - Tracy Chapman "Bridges"I want a woman who will love me in her heart with the same </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/1964351476201681998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-my-ghost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1964351476201681998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1964351476201681998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-my-ghost.html' title='ALL MY GHOST'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-3537341113997250784</id><published>2008-12-22T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:37:43.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><title type='text'>Not Just My Story</title><summary type='text'>I can't seem to write much about the women in my past except in the form of a poem. It's easier to write little tidbits about the guys and maybe it's because they didn't really matter. I tell myself that the women don't matter either, but that's obviously not true since I'm still concerned about protecting their reputations. My story is not just my story.At times I think that I shouldn't have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/3537341113997250784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-just-my-story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3537341113997250784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3537341113997250784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-just-my-story.html' title='Not Just My Story'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SVApNKw_VGI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ZoybE3EVBhU/s72-c/circle_S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-4537531319325261428</id><published>2008-12-17T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:34:52.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rusty'/><title type='text'>Rusty 4</title><summary type='text'>A few days later, Rusty was at a red light when a car horn blew. She looked left and saw that it was Zion who had blown at her andreturned the wave. She felt silly following the rock star, but she had decided to ask her out to dinner. Zion stopped in front of the post office on Main Street. Zion had parked in the only vacant parking spot on that side so Rusty went further up, turned around to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/4537531319325261428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/rusty-4-seasons-greetings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4537531319325261428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4537531319325261428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/rusty-4-seasons-greetings.html' title='Rusty 4'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SUmLfSfkIkI/AAAAAAAAAdM/kX05RS2A7PI/s72-c/circle+R.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-7483575374457986635</id><published>2008-12-16T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:47:46.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melissa Etheridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>MELISSA on The View</title><summary type='text'>If you were working this morning and didn't see Melissa Etheridge on The View, click the YouTube video URL.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fLSJeVZ0LII don't watch The View, even Whoopie can't get me to tune in. But I set the cable box and even though I was sick in bed, I woke long enough to see it. One of the regulars, brought up the topic on Prop 8 and of course Our Warrior was ready to respond.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/7483575374457986635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/melissa-on-view.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7483575374457986635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7483575374457986635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/melissa-on-view.html' title='MELISSA on The View'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-6632015585334016534</id><published>2008-12-12T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:26:34.496-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><title type='text'>MY FRIEND MISSY</title><summary type='text'>Missy isn't her real name. I like to watch her walk. When I would tell her to turn for me, she would, and I'd just enjoy the view.My Mom wanted to meet the two women that I had started to talk about. And one in particular, because she could tell by the way I spoke about Missy that this one was extra special. Finally, Mom was showing some interest. Missy came to breakfast at my home. It's just me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/6632015585334016534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-friend-missy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/6632015585334016534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/6632015585334016534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-friend-missy.html' title='MY FRIEND MISSY'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SUME8xGFovI/AAAAAAAAAcc/C1e6upUQB2M/s72-c/circle+S.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-1334356613934475236</id><published>2008-12-10T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:22:31.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='civil liberties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='civil rights'/><title type='text'>CIVIL RIGHTS &amp; LIBERTIES</title><summary type='text'>civil rights---------------A broad range of privileges and rights guaranteed by the United States Constitution and subsequent amendments and laws that guarantee fundamental freedoms to all individuals. These freedoms include the rights of free expression and action (civil liberties); the right to enter into contracts, own property, and initiate lawsuits; the rights of due process and equal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/1334356613934475236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/civil-rights-liberties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1334356613934475236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1334356613934475236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/civil-rights-liberties.html' title='CIVIL RIGHTS &amp; LIBERTIES'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-5342750154678881170</id><published>2008-12-08T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:18:58.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topic'/><title type='text'>GAY GENE: validation?</title><summary type='text'>Scientist can't cure Cancer and other deadly diseases but time and money are used on trying to discover a gay gene. Well, here I am -- a walking, thinking, talking -- gay gene. Touch me -- I exist. I don't need scientific verification of my existance. I had a girlfriend when I was 10 years old. I know, I've posted that before, I'm not bragging, but I'm trying to make it clear that I just didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/5342750154678881170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/gay-gene-validation.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/5342750154678881170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/5342750154678881170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/gay-gene-validation.html' title='GAY GENE: validation?'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/ST2k18qHDFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xRr0zGiHWOs/s72-c/gay+gene.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-152150817654197994</id><published>2008-12-06T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:09:27.741-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>HOOKED ON A FEELING</title><summary type='text'>nothing to be shy about - nothing we have to lie about - hope this feeling don't confuse you - what can i do with this feeling - hooked on your love, sweet loveI don't know who wrote the words but it's a song from the movie "Sparkle". Some of you will know this title from way back. Copy and paste this title --Sparkle (HQ) Hooked On Your Love -- onto any video screen and take a look/listen. Irene </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/152150817654197994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/hooked-on-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/152150817654197994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/152150817654197994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/hooked-on-feeling.html' title='HOOKED ON A FEELING'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-4833551283520831828</id><published>2008-12-03T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:29:19.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><title type='text'>GROWING UP AIN'T EASY</title><summary type='text'>Then or Now. It was hard hiding a part of myself from my Mom. With parents acceptance of a kids sexuality, I think the kid can take on what comes next. Hiding part of myself means I wasn't free mentally to explore girl relationships openly for fear that someone would find out. Now imagine trying to juggle boys advances while thinking about girls. I received no info about boys except not to let </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/4833551283520831828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/growing-up-aint-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4833551283520831828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4833551283520831828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/12/growing-up-aint-easy.html' title='GROWING UP AIN&apos;T EASY'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SUMPwWr9-iI/AAAAAAAAAck/uNZiGjvlC1c/s72-c/circle+S.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-8792425507268580534</id><published>2008-11-18T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:33:10.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rusty'/><title type='text'>Rusty 3 - Gayle</title><summary type='text'>Rusty had several trophies for the pocket billiard championships that she had won over the past years. She had taken a year off not competing in tournaments but kept practicing at the local pool room. The proprietor had been trying to sale the establishment but the location was making it difficult. At one time, it had did pretty good business. But now that downtown activity was cut back due to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/8792425507268580534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/rusty-3-gayle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8792425507268580534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8792425507268580534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/rusty-3-gayle.html' title='Rusty 3 - Gayle'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SUYZO3cqApI/AAAAAAAAAdE/nd_6eVzteHI/s72-c/circle+R.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-8233564264252120908</id><published>2008-11-17T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:04:02.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topic'/><title type='text'>A HEAVY WEIGHT</title><summary type='text'>I read another post by the lesbian mom/wife who she feels like she might have let the gay community down. (Mrs Etheridge you didn't let me down.)When I first heard her speaking about how her hetero-family members treats her and her wife and children, and that she loves them -- well, I thought some people wouldn't understand what she was saying. I understand and some of us who haven't lost our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/8233564264252120908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/heavy-weight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8233564264252120908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8233564264252120908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/heavy-weight.html' title='A HEAVY WEIGHT'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-6249332684286698810</id><published>2008-11-17T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T16:48:37.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>WANDA SYKES is a lesbian</title><summary type='text'> Wanda Sykes is a lesbian!!! Just last week, I was wondering when a Black lesbian celeb would make the announcement. I will have to put her pic on my sidebar. Hey, I need Black lesbian role models too. So now I have one who has announced publicly that she is a proud Black lesbian woman.  Actually, I have two -- Staceyann Chin (right) isn't exactly a celeb but she is to me -- she has been n HBO </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/6249332684286698810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/wanda-sykes-is-lesbian.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/6249332684286698810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/6249332684286698810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/wanda-sykes-is-lesbian.html' title='WANDA SYKES is a lesbian'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SSHDtjB86KI/AAAAAAAAAbs/8y6zIBoSfE0/s72-c/Staceyann+Chin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-4858028385109286184</id><published>2008-11-16T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:15:21.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL</title><summary type='text'>.......................................(There should only be one flag.)I read a blog by a celebs wife. She wrote a poem that says she doesn't want to be a super hero. She doesn't want to speak for the masses. And why should she have to. There are plenty of people who want to speak publicly but are not given the mike and tv camera. I know first hand how that works. When I tried to have a civil </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/4858028385109286184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/with-liberty-and-justice-for-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4858028385109286184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4858028385109286184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/with-liberty-and-justice-for-all.html' title='WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SSCy9kmezBI/AAAAAAAAAbU/iurP-p_Q7KU/s72-c/America+banner.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-7683426895315262491</id><published>2008-11-14T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:15:53.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><title type='text'>STARING is flattering and weird</title><summary type='text'> Yesterday, I was at a store and the cashier stared at me. She had eyes that wasn't the average dark eyes. Dang, I wish women would stop starring at me and say something. When the guys stare, I prefer that they only stare. I don't get it -- I never have -- but it's been happening since I was a kid. I remember that one day when I was younger than 13, me and my cousins got on an elevator to go see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/7683426895315262491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/staring-is-flattering-and-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7683426895315262491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7683426895315262491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/staring-is-flattering-and-weird.html' title='STARING is flattering and weird'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SR1tHvj1vII/AAAAAAAAAa8/wZC8DlrvT-I/s72-c/i+love+women.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-8942540861980279550</id><published>2008-11-13T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:35:43.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><title type='text'>BEFORE YOU SPEAK</title><summary type='text'>I received an e-mail today "FW: Think before you speak!" It was funny. Some sexual innuendos were mixed in. It reminds me of the time when in my twenties, we were having a cookout. I went into my apartment and a guy yelled up the steps for me to come on. I yelled back "I'm coming". He started to laugh because he got the response he wanted. He didn't care that my family was outside and may have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/8942540861980279550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/before-you-speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8942540861980279550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8942540861980279550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/before-you-speak.html' title='BEFORE YOU SPEAK'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-2511172263394009594</id><published>2008-11-09T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:30:53.868-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Black Heterosexuals (Part 2)</title><summary type='text'>The haters and the heterosexuals scared of losing their homosexual spouses WON this round. But what did they really win? So homosexuals can't get a piece of paper that legally binds them to their lover -- so what? So homosexuals can't get health coverage for their children and all the other things that go with same-gender marriages being endorsed by the law. Until heterosexual haters grow hearts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/2511172263394009594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-heterosexuals-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/2511172263394009594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/2511172263394009594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-heterosexuals-part-2.html' title='Black Heterosexuals (Part 2)'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SRfHG1uemOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Nbr3MJCe-hc/s72-c/rainbow+triangle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-3390940723214912351</id><published>2008-11-09T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:26:17.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Black Heterosexuals (Part 1)</title><summary type='text'>Once again a Google alert lead me to something that I have to comment on. And because I can get rather wordy, I replied here at SPT."Gays and Lesbians will now know that they can’t just go around thinking that a minority will care about the GLBT cause. The “minorities” will look out for their selfish religious beliefs first. It was sad to see so many blacks voting for Proposition 8 as if they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/3390940723214912351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-heterosexuals-part-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3390940723214912351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3390940723214912351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-heterosexuals-part-1.html' title='Black Heterosexuals (Part 1)'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SRfA_XFpjGI/AAAAAAAAAYA/_lFVenhuqYU/s72-c/rainbow+triangle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-1334202240710028739</id><published>2008-11-08T08:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:46:02.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Christian Bigots Deny Civil Rights</title><summary type='text'>In my opinion, the Gay Rights movement need leaders. And then there should be a march on Washington, DC. The issue of legalizing marriage for Gays is a federal issue since it concerns civil rights. The protest need to be in Washington, DC. to make the federal officials address this issue. They have added an amendment to the US Constitution to give each state the sayso on whether or not Gay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/1334202240710028739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-my-opinion-gay-rights-movement-need_08.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1334202240710028739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1334202240710028739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-my-opinion-gay-rights-movement-need_08.html' title='Christian Bigots Deny Civil Rights'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-5772467474274824057</id><published>2008-11-04T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:26:24.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>RACHEL MADDOW</title><summary type='text'> Rachel Maddow, 35-year-old Rhodes scholar, on MSNBC nightly, is an Out 100 honoree. "I am not, like, Anchor Babe, and I'm never gonna be," she said in an interview.I saw Rachel on tv last night and stared at her and ignored Mom who was talking. She's always talking. Rachel, you can characterize yourself any way that you want to, but you don't look like a man to me. Intelligence, humor andbeauty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/5772467474274824057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/rachel-maddow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/5772467474274824057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/5772467474274824057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/rachel-maddow.html' title='RACHEL MADDOW'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SRCKBvlswnI/AAAAAAAAAXY/l6s2_j8K9KE/s72-c/Rachel+Meddow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-3690355854591545818</id><published>2008-11-01T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:48:49.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melissa Etheridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Right On Melissa Etheridge</title><summary type='text'> “Blatantly Hateful" is how Melissa Etheridge describes Prop 8. If you haven't read it yet, click ^..^ and go read what she wrote and the comments. And then come back and read what I have to say. Yes I have more to say. If anyone wants to comment here, I welcome your thoughts on this issue. If you have already blogged about it, then give your link here so that I/we can read it.First off, no human</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/3690355854591545818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/right-on-melissa-etheridge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3690355854591545818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3690355854591545818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/11/right-on-melissa-etheridge.html' title='Right On Melissa Etheridge'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SQy__7HwEwI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gcv04nfvg8U/s72-c/Melissa+%26+prop+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-96649152983091475</id><published>2008-10-28T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:12:11.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>NOT LESBIANS</title><summary type='text'>X This morning, a google alert was about a woman who is fighting to keep her daughter away from her ex-partner who is a lesbian. The birth mother has been in a mental hospital and her mother was also. And now this woman is trying to claim that her daughter has said she wanted to kill herself after visiting with the lesbian parent. It seems to me that the daughter has inherited a mental thing from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/96649152983091475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-lesbians.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/96649152983091475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/96649152983091475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-lesbians.html' title='NOT LESBIANS'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-8851226370424617212</id><published>2008-10-26T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T09:12:48.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian fiction'/><title type='text'>Zion: Part 2</title><summary type='text'>At a little past seven that evening, when TwoSpears wearily approached his trailer, he saw a vehicle parked just outside his home. And someone was sitting on his front steps. He smiled slightly, unnoticed by the man and woman he was walking along with. They turned off and went toward the house just before his."Zion, why are you still here? I know my stubborn sister well enough to know that she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/8851226370424617212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/zion-part-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8851226370424617212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8851226370424617212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/zion-part-2.html' title='Zion: Part 2'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SQUOa5SlQ6I/AAAAAAAAASY/W-DyP7-dDb4/s72-c/fender+guitar.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-8808746588724511880</id><published>2008-10-24T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:38:58.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><title type='text'>THAT SONG</title><summary type='text'>There is a song (video) that I listened to over &amp; over this evening for at least one &amp; a half hours. It's in German I think, but it's beautiful (and I'll not mention that so is the woman who sings it.) It's the voice and the music and my aching heart. I was putting my own words to the music. It got to a point where I thought I heard her say "I licked her all night". It's just me having a lonely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/8808746588724511880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8808746588724511880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8808746588724511880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-song.html' title='THAT SONG'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-9077916676493238202</id><published>2008-10-22T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:11:23.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian fiction'/><title type='text'>Zion: Part 1</title><summary type='text'>-----Chapter One-----The band and crew was floating in and out of various hotel rooms. Zion came out of the bathroom wearing a robe and a towel was wrapped around her head. She smiled at the woman sitting on a chair watching television. It was raining lightly and noise could be heard faintly from other rooms."Are you sure that you don't want something to eat?" Zion asked removing the towel. She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/9077916676493238202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/zion-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/9077916676493238202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/9077916676493238202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/zion-part-1.html' title='Zion: Part 1'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SP_9fVAQliI/AAAAAAAAASQ/C-3vBqMb9j4/s72-c/gibson+guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-2583129764483028467</id><published>2008-10-22T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:35:51.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><title type='text'>Don't Watch &amp; don't ask</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to stop surfing and stick with the sites that don't irritate me -- lesbian blogs. Yesterday, I read comments by some heterosexuals who said they are tired of homosexuality being put in their face. If the heterosexual population doesn't want it in their face, then ask the media why they try to out celebrities and politicians? Why is "lesbian" porn so profittable if heterosexuals don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/2583129764483028467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/dontt-watch-dont-ask.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/2583129764483028467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/2583129764483028467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/dontt-watch-dont-ask.html' title='Don&apos;t Watch &amp; don&apos;t ask'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SP_KwEetETI/AAAAAAAAASA/duzT9X-llcw/s72-c/rainbow+circles.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-8025237774860974168</id><published>2008-10-21T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:26:29.705-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>DENYING GAY MARRIAGE is more wasteful spending</title><summary type='text'>I read that Ellen D had given $100,000 for ads in support of gay marriage in California. That's a week's salary for her. And I'm not even going to calculate how many years I would have to work to make that much money. I just think about how many wells could be dug so that people could have clean drinking water. One house could have been paid for in full. Millions of dollars are being raised to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/8025237774860974168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/denying-gay-marriage-is-more-wasteful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8025237774860974168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8025237774860974168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/denying-gay-marriage-is-more-wasteful.html' title='DENYING GAY MARRIAGE is more wasteful spending'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-766238599327134461</id><published>2008-10-21T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:20:10.868-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>OBAMA - WHILE I STILL CAN</title><summary type='text'>OBAMA. He looks like a President to me. He looks like the future. As I've stated before, I'm not much into politics. In the past I voted because people died for me to have the right to be counted. They still are not doing it right, but for now, we have to go with it as is, until a new generation changes how it is done. A politician makes promises "I can get it done." Yeah, right. I take that to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/766238599327134461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/obama-while-i-still-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/766238599327134461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/766238599327134461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/obama-while-i-still-can.html' title='OBAMA - WHILE I STILL CAN'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-4720411729997754398</id><published>2008-10-20T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:04:11.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public notice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>THE 8 AGAINST 8 CAMPAIGN</title><summary type='text'>8 Days - 8 Bloggers Against Proposition 8 (October 20, 2008 - October 27, 2008)http://www.eqca.org/siteapps/personalpage/ShowPage.aspx?c=kuLRJ9MRKrH&amp;b=4384975&amp;sid=bqKPJWOwFgIRJXMwEmHSUPPORT GAY MARRIAGE. Go to the site above to find out more information for what we each can do to help.EQ CA = EQUALITY CALIFORNIALet's do it state by state if we must.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/4720411729997754398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/8-against-8-campaign.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4720411729997754398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4720411729997754398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/8-against-8-campaign.html' title='THE 8 AGAINST 8 CAMPAIGN'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-6465440756740985634</id><published>2008-10-17T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:56:52.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forum'/><title type='text'>LESBIANS OUT LOUD (LOL)</title><summary type='text'> To lesbians only. If you haven't heard of this site yet, but looking for a place to hangout with other women, you should check out Lesbians Out Loud. I corresponded with the site administrator today and asked permission to link, which she gave me. She followed by saying:What I can tell you is that currently it is a small group of women. The women who do post have been members for years. They are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/6465440756740985634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-lesbians-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/6465440756740985634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/6465440756740985634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-lesbians-only.html' title='LESBIANS OUT LOUD (LOL)'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SPk640sDUpI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4hkPf1O4m4M/s72-c/LOL+logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-8672738303729101319</id><published>2008-10-10T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:04:11.475-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public notice'/><title type='text'>GLSEN and AD COUNCIL CAMPAIGN</title><summary type='text'>Hi READERS. Google Alert puts a lot of stuff in my e-box that I have no interest in, but I do get stuff that I may not have found on my own. At the sidebar is a video screen that has 3 THAT'S SO GAY videos. Check it out.GLSEN and Ad Council Launch First Campaign to Address Anti-Gay Language Among Teens -- to learn more clickhttp://www.prnewswire.com/mnr/adcouncil/34660/FELLOW BLOGGERS, if you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/8672738303729101319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/glsen-and-ad-council-campaign.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8672738303729101319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8672738303729101319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/glsen-and-ad-council-campaign.html' title='GLSEN and AD COUNCIL CAMPAIGN'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-6174182399691313141</id><published>2008-10-10T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:42:27.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Sisters  Lovers   Friends</title><summary type='text'>Women Women Women ...And a GirlSpan this worldDifferent every oneBut like meLikesWomen Women Women ...And a GirlFaces not seenVoices not heardWomen Women Women ...And a Girl/On the net findingSisters - lovers - friends</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-4087791632318144401</id><published>2008-10-10T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:46:35.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b1'/><title type='text'>VIA COMPUTER</title><summary type='text'>making a connection with a womanvia computernot possible i thoughti sent her an e to say welcome to the message boardand she picked meshe was ready for a little online funother than flirting with the lovely ladiesi was a noviceit was obvious.................................................................SUMMER she had picked me..............................................................2008 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/4087791632318144401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/via-computer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4087791632318144401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/4087791632318144401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/via-computer.html' title='VIA COMPUTER'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-6556866130760265407</id><published>2008-10-10T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:58:05.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>THEY LOOK</title><summary type='text'>They look at you -- looking at meAnd shake their heads'Cause we're not suppose to beHappyWomen tisk-tisk-tiskThe men want some of thisWhat you're giving meThat's all they seeBut you're more than a good layThe fun we have is not just in bedYou fill my heartYou soothe my headWith you I can shareMy joy -- my painMy dreams and my worst nightmaresI know you careYou stand beside meThrough the hell and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/6556866130760265407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/6556866130760265407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/6556866130760265407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-look.html' title='THEY LOOK'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-1765332515740187462</id><published>2008-10-09T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:54:50.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b2'/><title type='text'>IT's CHASTE</title><summary type='text'>Baby don't break The future is ours to takeThis has gone on long enoughI'm not afraid or ashameOf my love for youIt's chasteLet's not let another moment go to wasteYou possess my mind &amp; heartIt's time to startBeing who we really areOr else our heartsWill forever bear the scarsI don't know what tomorrow will bringI only know one thingWith you loving meAnd me loving youTogether we can make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/1765332515740187462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-chaste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1765332515740187462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1765332515740187462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-chaste.html' title='IT&apos;s CHASTE'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-1339531663732621380</id><published>2008-10-09T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:31:37.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>READY - SET - ...</title><summary type='text'>In this life -- my lifeI'll never be a wifeThis I know -- this I acceptWhen I was a girlI never dreamed of picket fencesNow I'm of ageAnd feel more comfortable with wrenchesThan pots and pansI've broken nails and dirty handsGive me a hammer and sawI hate cooking and waiting for frozen to thawGive me fruit and vegetablesI'll take them rawI don't need meatGive me a beanI'm slimming downWanna be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/1339531663732621380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/ready-set.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1339531663732621380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/1339531663732621380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/ready-set.html' title='READY - SET - ...'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-8067785485837210489</id><published>2008-10-09T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:31:37.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>A FRIEND</title><summary type='text'>At the moment she's a friendso i can only treat her as suchi talk to her on the phone as a friendi ask her out as a friendshe knows i have feelings for herbeyond just a friendbut she is still my friendbecause we both need a friendmore than we need a lover </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/8067785485837210489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8067785485837210489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8067785485837210489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/friend.html' title='A FRIEND'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-889103998162202689</id><published>2008-10-09T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:12:11.787-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>WELCOME TO SPT READERS</title><summary type='text'>Hi Readers. I only joined the net in late 2007. If I had any idea that there was so much gay activity here, I would have did it way before. I started this blog just to post my poetry and stories. I had no intention of actually writing anything more personal. At the end of some poems I put notes to give a little more of my thoughts. However, I've included some additional post about things on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/889103998162202689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-to-spt-readers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/889103998162202689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/889103998162202689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-to-spt-readers.html' title='WELCOME TO SPT READERS'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SO7UeCLn5RI/AAAAAAAAAOs/eU10GWt-Qew/s72-c/welcome.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-7313118346685027338</id><published>2008-10-09T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:48:54.374-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>TWO WOMEN TALKING</title><summary type='text'>Several days ago, two women were having a discussion about politics. They both said Obama would get the gay vote. One said, gays have to give an account, meaning on judgement day. Heterosexuals who are religious, or claim to be religious, still think of homosexuality as a sin. But if they were asked to show scripture they could not do it. They would just say, but it's in the Bible, and they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/7313118346685027338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-women-talking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7313118346685027338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/7313118346685027338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-women-talking.html' title='TWO WOMEN TALKING'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-8557642796622021810</id><published>2008-10-07T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:09:21.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b3'/><title type='text'>TAKE ME FAR</title><summary type='text'>Fran took Milly for a ride in your car.Milly told her that she'd never been that far.Fran swore to keep her safeAnd led Milly to her special place.So Milly followed where Fran ledAnd found her true selfFran's touch -- her kissMilly could not resistBack at home -- alone -- after the blissMilly couldn't believe she had did thisTears fell harder than the rainBut it didn't wash away the painOr Fran's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/8557642796622021810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-me-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8557642796622021810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/8557642796622021810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-me-far.html' title='TAKE ME FAR'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-3192659138815790508</id><published>2008-10-07T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:28:23.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Father Figure</title><summary type='text'>She told me he use to proudly carry me around.I guess the novelty wore off.He went off -- left her -- left me -- left town.Again -- for good.He called every few years.One day she made me say hello.I didn't like what he said.One evening, an old friend of hers came to visit.I think he was trying to get up the nerve to tell meWhat I didn't want to hear.He picked up on my attitude (she'd probably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/3192659138815790508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/father-figure.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3192659138815790508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3192659138815790508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/father-figure.html' title='Father Figure'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-6040264169117042539</id><published>2008-10-07T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:31:37.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>DAUGHTER OF LOVE</title><summary type='text'>She stood inthe rain -- singingwounded -- yet strong.Who but Himheard the pain?Never hang yourhead in shame.Many don't believewhat the poison-pennersclaim. Earth Ambassadorsinger of truththere's a reasonfor everything. Manyfailed the test offaith. Keep deliveringthe message. Neverquestion His reasonfor making youA Chosen One.Come on homeDaughter of love.----------NOTE: This goes with a story that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/6040264169117042539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/daughter-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/6040264169117042539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/6040264169117042539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/daughter-of-love.html' title='DAUGHTER OF LOVE'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-3861357412225939878</id><published>2008-10-07T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:37:52.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b2'/><title type='text'>FROM THE HEART</title><summary type='text'>Lynn didn't take the chanceShe ran -- she missed the danceThen she was young and unsureBut now she knowsIf the love is from the heart -- it's pureSo she's done enough runningShe's ready to settle downAnd if Carol isn't wearing a ringOr have a live-in friendShe's gonna offer her loveIt won't be a sinTime has passed and she's olderOpinions haven't changedBut she's bolderThat which was free -- she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/feeds/3861357412225939878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3861357412225939878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350272292952040609/posts/default/3861357412225939878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltyspoetictales-salty.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-heart.html' title='FROM THE HEART'/><author><name>Salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342546355370526810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SOvFsTbo2wI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Tke0oips2n0/s72-c/teddies3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-1121115456787245725</id><published>2008-10-06T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:23:30.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>I'LL SCREAM LATER</title><summary type='text'>if you think we're wrongturn me loose and go on homeif we're rightshut your eyes and squeeze me tighti ain't beggingi ain't forcingif you're afraid of what you feelkeep denying it's realgo home and cry and dreami'll screamlater</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-4328940392910650297</id><published>2008-10-06T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:12:58.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>TOMORROW</title><summary type='text'>For nights I don't sleepAnd when I doI awake shakingWith this body aching for youInto my pillow it's your name I screamBecause again you've invaded my dreamMy thoughts are cloudy and confusedI'm a lost soulMy mind is tormented and bruisedBodiless voices whisper -- it's wrongI fight the feeling -- but it's so damn strongMy sheets are wet with tears and sweatTo a dark ceiling sky I cryWHY?As a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-839946084829276692</id><published>2008-10-06T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:04:24.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>YEAH !</title><summary type='text'>my mind never clicks offi don't sleep for daysthen for two or three hoursanalytical dreamssomedays it takes all my willjust to get out of bed or into bedi fight depression -- i fight lonelinessi've abstained -- i fight giving uptoday -- the same as yesterday -- last yearno job -- no sympathy -- no acceptance -- no warm armsi have to break outi'm the odd one -- i don't smoke -- i don't drinktill </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ov98ZipP3dY/SjnJQbbVK6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/WFC778mW3Is/S220/box+S.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350272292952040609.post-7494404788445976323</id><published>2008-10-06T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:04:24.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>YOU DECIDE</title><summary type='text'>walking and talking -- sharing and caringall that is finebut it's what else i want -- that's crushing my mindwe've always been easy with each otherbut now that you're seeing anotheri realize -- i want you -- shh! that's taboodamn it -- my feelings i won't hidei know you feel something toowhat are we gonna doyou haunt my dreamsyou decidetell me i'm nothing more than a friendthat anything else </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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