I love all those great 'f' words - feminism, folk music.

and I try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time.

What I like way better than LGBT in terms of labeling sexuality actually is a scheme that comes to me from my friend Animal Prufrock wherein one is identified not by what they supposedly "are" but rather by what they are into. Which brings us to the terms hemosexual, shemosexual, and mosexual.

We get a little further from perfection, each year on the road, I guess that's what they call character, I guess that's just the way it goes, better to be dusty than polished, like some store window mannequin, why don't you touch me where i'm rusty, let me stain your hands

And this vague little smile is my all purpose expression the meaning of which I will leave to your discretion.

And thoughts of no other man but you could possibly get through the picket lines to enter into my mind.

While out in TV Nation, under darkening skies, the resistance is just waiting to be organized.