By Jeff Walsh
With his acoustic album "Motorcycle Childhood," Tyson Meade uses spare arrangement and raw vocals to share details of his life. It's very different from his other role as the openly gay lead singer of the Chainsaw Kittens, where he used to take to the stage in lipstick, tights and mini-skirts.
By Janis Ian
In a small town somewhere at the foot of the Appalachian Mountains, teachers prepare for the coming semester. Professors grimly consult lesson plans, breaking in new Dockers ("I still wear the same size I wore when I graduated," they brag, bellies hanging over their straining waistlines like blubber off Ahab's whaler). Dormitories are surrounded by troops of exterminators bent on eradicating last year's mess before the health department shows up for a final check. The grounds are infested with newly arrived victims, ready to give the university their all and terrified that anything beyond the boundaries of the parents' homes will eat them alive. If they only knew.
By Janis Ian
I am standing with my tit caught in a wringer while a mall-haired technician tells me to relax. I am thinking that if men had to put their testicles in a vise as part of a yearly physical, we would have a cure for the common cold by now. I am very frightened.
The pink slip came as we were leaving on vacation: "We have found what appears to be a routine abnormality..." What's routine about an abnormality? I decide to put on a brave front and joke that in all my life no one has ever called me routine; then I burst into tears. Later on I do the grown-up thing and panic, furtively examining my breasts in the mirror for changes. I'm afraid that if I touch them to check for lumps, I will set something off. I wish they were smaller. I wish they were removable. I wish they were on anyone but me.
I am back. I've been gone due to recent surgery and haven't been able reach a computer. But I am back! I was thinking the other day,(yes I know, run and hide)how family will betray family. How they will take dark secrets and use them against you.
Well, its been almost a full moon cycle since I have made a blog. NOt much is new really with me, work work and more work. talking to americans all day certainly tires me out. I think it would tire anyone out.
I have been gettn some signals from a cute boy who fancies me I guess, Could be an opertunity to boost my waining sex life, ever since the vanilla cop episode I have been longing (no pun intended) for some good hardcore action.
Oh wow, I can
Aarrgh... Here's the deal. I came home last Friday for spring break. I'll be leaving next Sunday. There's a very good chance that I'll be on the Standing Committee for Gay and Lesbian Student Needs next school year. If this happens, I'll be out to everyone at school. I want to be able to share with my mom the news I get over whether or not I get accepted for the committee, but to do that, I obviously have to come out to her. This isn't something that I want to keep having to hide. Before coming home, I decided that I was definitely going to come out to my mom while home.
I'm really just blogging for the sake of blogging. The infernal television stole my soul! Againe! I truely meant to DO
cough, choke, throw it up; purge the truth 'cause my stomach aint got that much room. watch it trickle down the steel bars of the street drain, down between autumn leaves blown away by autumn rain. empty is how i'd like to feel today becasue the leaves go straight from green to brown and i've been up so high now i know there's no place to go but down.
and with every thought the sun's light wains and my perspective changes from meek to bleaker. i know there's others taking the same flight - fluttering- i feel them sometimes as nothing more than a constant shudder of the prayer of pain to a god of neccesity but, oh, sadness is all bravado. if you only know what i know. you see, my tears have entitled me to this; it is a badge of honor of which you couldn't possibly distinguish. becasue alone in the darkness is where i stand and maybe one of these days i will yell to be saved but what is depression without descretion; silence pleases satisfaction; my situation is unknown to all.