The Other Side Of Me

This Blog is a documentation, a day-to-day account of my coming out process. This is here so people can read, and see where i've made mistakes and where i've made progress, so that during their coming out they can attempt to avoid or emulate those things. It is also here, to show the struggle me and many others have faced, when coming to terms with our sexuality.

8/18/2005

Ummmm...

I'm going to have to thing of something else to do... I just cleaned my room after putting a couple old songs (and a couple newer ones) into a queue... Now i'm board with nothing to do...

Ummm, i could list a couple of the songs... I guess.

  • Johnny Cash - Daddy Sang Bass
  • The Beatles - When I'm 64
  • Elton John - Philadelphia Freedom
  • Jackie Wilson - Your love is Lifting Me Higher (I'm totally thinking of Ghostbusters when i hear that)
  • Beatles - Imagine
  • The Who - Who Are You
  • ELO - Evil Woman
  • Rod Stewart - Maggie May
  • Radiohead - Creep
  • Steam - Kiss Him Goodbye
  • Queen - We Will Rock You
  • Skinny Puppy - Pro-Test

    Skinny Puppy's Pro-Test; Love That Song and Video. I would have totally 'did' that guy on that video, if two things would change. First, He would have to shave that 'mustache'... That is pathetic attempt at facial hair. And Second, He would have to give up break 'dancing'. If i was to walk down the street with him and he broke out in break 'dancing' i would cry and run away, because that isn't going to make me look good. It will make me look like a fool, and that i support his break 'dancing'. I do not support break 'dancing' because it makes you look like you're a time traveler from the late 80's early 90's that likes Mc Hammer (still). By the way, i do not support Mc Hammer, either; except in his attempt to be a priest, as long as he stays away from cameras, microphones, and ultra-baggy pants. I guess Mc Hammer wasn't 'Too Legit To Quit', Praise Jesus!

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    hit me on the street while waiting to do nothing
    where within the space can anything feel certain
    look into the future
    make out the word speak
    send in the spies to watch them
    creepy are the people unable to do something
    sitting on an armchair fenced in their creation
    look up to be there
    anywhere is somewhere
    itchy past scratch the itch

    In the streets. Hit me in the streets. Hit me. Hit me.

    feel about a nation so precious is the freedom
    carousel the brass ring
    reach into a black mass
    so its corroded
    always polluted
    we all want some of it
    maybe all the people
    now left without no loving
    where within the strength gone
    better see it coming
    get off the fence trip
    rip up the garbage
    make it up to the earth, bitch

    In the streets. Hit me in the streets. Hit me. Hit me.

    be a politician
    eroding all your freedoms
    down the rabbit hole cracks
    money markets fall
    through a looking glass
    time becomes too fast
    all to benefit the rich
    so keep eating from the apple
    edges from the center
    shaken to the core
    until it doesn't matter
    no one to turn to
    no where to run to
    better the bomb to blow it

    HIT ME in the streets.
    ~ Skinny Puppy - Pro-Test

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