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.
Hey, I'm Caitlin. I live in Claremont, CA which isn't too far away from Los Angeles. I won't be writing in here very much at all becuase I have a livejournal. You can check that out at http://www.livejournal.com/users/needsalife87. If you want to reach me you can e-mail me at dramageek@ix.netcom.com or my AIM screenname is needsalife87. Pretty easy to remember considering it's my name here at Oasis.
Today was totally great because we had a snow day, and I spent the majority of the day sleeping and watching MTV. Did you know that they play basically the same 10 videos all day? News to me.
Yeah, I am totally glad to have another Oasis blog, my other one got lost after Oasis crashed (sigh).
Going to visit my brother at college tomorrow, hope I have as much fun as I did visiting last weekend (I found out that I am extremely loud when I'm drunk), but I doubt it, since we are just going to pick him up.
I wrote this in my philosophy class the other day. Just pondering life and it's meaning. Dealing with my depression and such.
Caffeine, Nicotine, and Caffeine.
Black shirt, White shirt, Black shirt.
Everyday is the same.
Like the sun rising and falling.
Hotwired like my Volvo;
I've forgotten how to feel.
I've forgotten how to peel,
The layers back.
And spill my guts onto strangers.
They say strangers have a story;
...has arrived. I took the little orange card they gave me two weeks ago and walked into the Health Department with my head held high. I marched right up to the counter and the woman just looked at me.
Since yesterday I have:
Been splattered with scolding tomato juice,
Chased monsters with a rolling pin,
Turned up to a convent in a black denim mini and a pair of purple fishnets (this was not my fault no one said it would be a convent),
Humiliated myself in front of my entire peer group (this seems to be a daily occurrence now so I wouldn
AARGH! Ok, this has nothing to do with being a queer youth, but I HATE GROUP PROJECTS!!!
