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.
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Okay, so a couple of days ago, a friend of mine and myself went joyriding... in her car... in the snow (had a Blizzard here)...
Ended up getting the car stuck in the snow over at one of the high schools since we were trying to turn around... stuck there for about 45 minutes before we FINALLY got out... I'm starting to hate snow...
Yesterday, I went over to my pal Jackie's to play some Dance Dance Revolution (DDR). We had some major fun, and she showed me a pic of some girl gettin' off on a vibrator that she drew... I swear I was going to drool on the spot when I saw it...
My whole life I have been given hardtimes. I have gone from being suicidal, to not eating, to cutting myself. I have always been different from everyone else. I never knew why and sometimes I wish I didn't know now. Why do I have to be a girl and like girls?
Victory is mine.
Why can't people say please.
And what's happening with parties.
Find out in this ranting edition of eTgen's bLog-
Sam is actually off looking for stuff. Ash and I find...the granny panties. Chonies. You know, the kind you can parachute with. I comment I'm going to sew in the leg holes and make a purse. We were just laughing so hard...and I realized how much I need that.
I deleted my previous two entries, because I've worked to resolve the situation in a more constructive way. I think that venting is healthy, but I couldn't go back and edit those entries into anything valuable. I love the new delete and better edit features in this version of Oasis.
I thought my last semester was supposed to be a joyous time. Time when I could -- finally! -- have fun.
Today was a day that will go down in History! Well not techinically, but YES in my book it will. I went to CASTRO, the hub of the gay community in the Bay Area. I'd been dying to go there, since God knows when and today I finally gathered up the courage to walk through the entire town. It was captivating, no it was surreal. My hand were sweaty and I was jittery, because I'm a complete and utter closet person, although I have to admit that I was on the lookout, for LESBIANS/BI's.