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 can't wait until I get to go to college next year. Maybe then I will actually be able to come out to people because my parents and relatives will never find out. I just wish I could be the person that I truly am. Everyone keeps saying that living in Vermont and being homosexual must be a dream. Isn't all that it is cracked up to be. I don't know how the civil union thing got passed. Barely anyone is accepting of those that are different. But when I grow up and if I still live in Vermont I will be able to get a civil union easily. Maybe there is a plus to living in Vermont.
Lol...I have "Tasha L/S Rachael" on my hand and "You're a naugthy girl. Go to my room." on my other. Chris asked why I had Rachael on my hand, and I said that was my g/f's name, and he went "You're a lesbian?" He said it out loud, and I laughed. I told him I was bisexual, and he asked if he could watch me and my girlfriend, lol...
Jonathan was feeling on me yesterday in tutoring, hehe..
Me and Danielle were making fun of Kenny all day. (What is surpising is we were enemies like a month ago.)
I guess this is the start of my weblog. The reason I started here is because this seems to be the perfect place where I can actually write truthfully, without having to cover up the fact that I'm gay/bi/straight-curious, whatever the hell I am. As you can see I don't even know. I plan on updating often so stop by once in a while to see what I have to say.
I do not like being sick. It is the opposite of fun. And I missed 3 quizes and a lab today, all of which I will have to make up tomorrow, since it is the last day of the quarter. That is, if I attend class tomorrow. And I broke my thermometer on my couch, and cleaning up the mercury was a bitch.
And now, of course, I'm terrified that I will die from the highly toxic vapors, which I probably won't, but I have leanings towards hypochondria.
But I'm a sadistic little bitch and the three of us are watching the wipe-out olympics from the window.
...but I'm organizing the Day of Silence at my school...
