Chorus:. She has a thing for men who love men. They just want to be her friend. She has a thing for men who love men. She falls in love with them. Her closest friend in high school.
I've got a view of Boston. From the twenty-second floor. The moon is red. Room service is at the door. I've got songs to sing. And a million things. To distract me when I'm blue.
(By staying closeted we make ourselves invisible; by coming out. we shatter the popular illusion that the whole world is. heterosexual. Gay men and women with high visibility can have a.
The birds are singin' me a tune. I'm hangin' on 'til the month of June. And all the flowers are in bloom. In the outfield. The split us up into teams.
(This song was suggested to me by a high school teacher who said. that being unable to defend homosexuality makes him feel like he. is "one of the oppressors" in the eyes of his gay and lesbian.
(We continue to grow and evolve as a community. The changes are. often surprising... and confusing.). Once upon a time when life was simple and serene.
(Thanks to Michael Callen and his wonderful book, _Surviving. AIDS_, for inspiring this song. Also, a tip of the hat to our. friend Alix Dobkin for some general words of wisdom: "There's no.
(This song came out of my first public drag experience at the age. of 25, which brought back many memories of earlier private. experiences. For my mother, who still has more pairs of shoes.
Went to your house but you weren't at home. I walked alone then I called you on the phone. I went to bed but I couldn't sleep. Tricked again and I'm in too deep.
I'm skating on thin ice, saving pieces of the day. I realise at last, didn't like you anyway. Yeh things are different now no matter what they say. Sometimes things do change, it's a new game to play.
(Now more than ever, with the far right trying to define the. structure of the family for us, we must honor and support the. courageous women and men who affirm the true definition of family.
It's funny how I'm thinking, just dreaming. Maybe what my life would be. I'm feeling like I'm riding, very slowly. On a journey with no end. . Step one says fall in love.
Last time I saw you here you didn't want to look my way. This time I'm not alone that changes everything. It was a night like this and you were playing hard to get.
(Dedicated to the memory of John Peterman, and to the future of. people with AIDS and ARC.). He's big and he's proud. He's abrasive and loud. He can roar like a lion or be meek as a lamb.
I can see you standing, in a sunny day photo. No-one sees your shadow, falling over me. I can see you smiling, like a flash light blinding. Fooling all of the people, most of the time.
I looked for a reason. I looked for the light. I looked for some hope. But there was none in sight. Death and destruction. In the minds of men. At the push of a button.
(The best laid plans of love and support can backfire...). I remember fondly the days when we first met. You were shy and awkward, afraid of life and yet.
Yeh it feels so good, it feels like summertime again. . Hear the night birds calling. And darkness falling. He said welcome back. Seems like a new age dawning.
(Ah, the joys of dating...). I met a man with arms of steel. He had muscles a-plenty and sex appeal. He was hearty and hale. The essence of male. But his consciousness paled when compared....
It looks like wild weather. On your storm front tonight. But right now your coast is clear. It's turning into light. And by any measure. Your journey will be bright.