tiresias
copyright 1999 bryan paul thomas/radical plastical music (bmi).

imagine that nothing is there. imagine a space. pick out a point at the top near the center. pick out a point to love indirectly. slowly to forget we're not one. the wet will remind.

feel out the space with the fingers. gently and let the love linger. until i am woman i can't understand. tonite i'm her woman and she is my man.

imagine that nothing's not there. imagine a place. come the new nothing go slow as i enter. come the new nothing she lets me. slowly... to forget we're not one. the sweat will remind.

and there is no nothing to be afraid of. at last we will know what we're made of. until she's not woman we can't understand. tonite love the woman as if she's my man.

all the party phobes rock the party all nite...

and we measure our time with silly things. and we measure our lives with silly things. so measure me no more in gray scale. measure me only in rainbow. men do not know little girls understand. until i am woman i can't be a man.

notes.

why tiresias? greek myth. many versions, but the way i remember hearing it: zeus and hera argue over who sex feels best for, the man or the woman. task falls on the schmuck tiresias to find out, since athena has turned him into a woman. tiresias says: "the ladies have it." hera strikes him blind for givin up the ladies' little secret. the end.

genderless tiresias also narrates a passage on a loveless sexual encounter in t.s. eliot's 'the waste land.'

no, this is not bry-bry's coming out song. bums me out to even have to say that. but it does defecate on heterocentrism and homophobia. ironic that the song often inspires the snickering that it pokes fun at. moral: hetero boys, get in touch with your feminine side. and for those who have a problem with that: well, methinks thou doth protest too much.

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