I’m queer and weird and live in Utah the qweirdest of all states so I tried on my blog name and found it fit like my comfiest pair of sweats. Sweatpants are the new jeans and now that I do not have a job, there is no real reason to get dressed in the morning. My actual name is Ruth and I am not as old as my name makes me sound. I take pride in the fact that if I must have a bible name that at least it is Ruth. Because the way I see it- Ruth and Naomi had it going on way back in biblical days.
I’m the product of a Jehovah’s Witness and a Mormon. I was exposed to enough religion as a child to forever be Atheist. No, that doesn’t mean that I am a spiritual person either. Neither spiritual nor religious. Lesbian. Yes, I get it. I’m going to hell. I have two sisters and a brother. We were raised in the podunkest of all rural Utah, Roosevelt. Roosevelt, where my parents own more guns than shoes. Roosevelt, where I waited tables at a restaurant whose logo is a baby horse suckling from the breast of the Mamma horse. Thirsty for milk anyone? Only the artist is about as good as you’d expect a Roosevelt artist who specializes in signs and placemats would be so it looked a lot like horse cunnilingus. Yes, I am from Roosevelt.
Back in the day I intended to make something of myself. I thought I was smarter than the rest of my Roosevelt peers. I got accepted to an Ivy League College. I imagined I’d be a famous author by now, or at least I wouldn’t carry a balance on my credit card. But I dropped out of the Ivy League, attended a state school, fell in love, and had babies. Life got in the way of my plans and now I live in Rose Park, Utah with a girl I met 11 years ago and our two boys ages 6 and 2. The girl’s now a PHD student at the UU and I’m a stay-at-home mom. Actually, I’m not sure I can consider myself a stay-at-home mom since I usher my oldest off to full-day kindergarten each morning and my youngest off to a Christian daycare. I figure, it’s the only God he’s going to get in this family, so I might as well indoctrinate expose him young. I’ll be honest now. I’m not really a stay-at-home mom, I’m just unemployed. But stay-at-home mom gets so much more status in this society.
When I told my girl I was going to start a blog she laughed out loud. Talk about support. “What are you going to write about?” she asked, “People will get bored if you chronicle your online Settlers of Catan games, how you play Bejeweled and Bloxorz and every other possible way you waste time in the day.” She acts like I have no standards, like I’ll play anything. I’ve never once played World of Warcraft. That’s crack I don’t need.
Once she realized I was serious her tone changed. Then she wanted to know what it was going to be about. She has a point. I’m not an expert at anything. I hastily replied, “I’m sure there are queer parents and rural Utahns, non-Mormon’s, and social justice minded race traitors who’d like to have a blog out there to read that represents them in some way.”
So, if you’re out there. This blog’s for you.