Ruby's Rap

If you read my column regularly, you know how much I dig the desert! This Friday, I’m taking a three-day weekend and cruising down...

My dear precious poodles— Did you see the film Wild, with Reese Witherspoon, a few years back?! It’s a biopic about a young girl hiking...

Pranayama, Asana, Tadasana, and Down-dog. Nope. I’m not reading from an Indian restaurant menu, nor am I at the animal shelter choosing a breed...

I stir my Venti Caffe Latte, after adding chocolate powder and Stevia, and gawk out the Starbucks window. The crowd rushes by on 43rd...

Racing down Wilshire Boulevard near Crescent Heights in my streamlined ’69 “Mother” Lincoln, my azure blue Manolo Blahniks slam on the brakes as I...

Raised in Southern California, by a single mom (they are very close), electrohouse singer Boy Radio now resides in Brooklyn. With a couple of...

What do you want? For me to tattoo HIV+ on my ass? Because idiots like you don’t take precaution? It takes two to screw up. I didn’t...

What could be more festive for the holidays than the colorful and vibrant glam rocker and singer/songwriter Ricky Rebel?! The androgynous performer, who has witnessed...

Y’all may not know, but Ms. Ruby has her doctorate in psychology. Okay, I know what you might be tittering: She shrinks heads. In the...

His vibrant name could be a fitting moniker for a foreign sports car. “Here’s your snoopy reporter, Ruby Comer, cruising the streets in my...