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Friday Song Lyrics! (returned)
Oct. 11th, 2002 09:37 amIn honor of National Coming Out Day and my favoritest Former Coworker Velma, I bequeath to you these Friday morning song lyrics:
( Ode to a Gym Teacher )
This morning, I remember when Velma and I were driving through western Pennsylvania on deserted Interstate 80 toward Akron. There were no other cars on the road, and we were struggling to keep awake as the clock hit 3, then 4, then 5. Velma, always parental, always protective, always the educator, decided to use the time spent captive in the car together to teach me "my history." And though she was tired, and though she was night blind, and though she was cranky and difficult and continually shifted in the passenger seat, and even though she was paranoid that I would fall asleep, she went through compilation CDs to play for me "the music my lesbian ancestors sang."
I sure do miss her.
( Ode to a Gym Teacher )
This morning, I remember when Velma and I were driving through western Pennsylvania on deserted Interstate 80 toward Akron. There were no other cars on the road, and we were struggling to keep awake as the clock hit 3, then 4, then 5. Velma, always parental, always protective, always the educator, decided to use the time spent captive in the car together to teach me "my history." And though she was tired, and though she was night blind, and though she was cranky and difficult and continually shifted in the passenger seat, and even though she was paranoid that I would fall asleep, she went through compilation CDs to play for me "the music my lesbian ancestors sang."
I sure do miss her.
