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Hello Mum, hello Dad
You know that girl you thought you had?
That girls's a boy, but don’t feel bad
His happiness should make you glad.
I was born this way? Born WHAT way?
Am I a bi or straight or gay?
The pendulum swings both ways
Where will I end up today?

Life is never quite as straight as it seems
When you’ve worked it out, then you switch teams

So many labels, so many words, the more you read the deeper it turns
LGBTQIA, situational fluidity.
Demisexual panromantic polyamorous androgyne.
Sitting in the middle of the gradient line I’m an LGBT Frankenstein

Life is never quite as straight as it seems
(Life is, complicated)
When you’ve figured it out, then you switch teams
(It’s so, complicated)

So come on, let’s see, what might there be, to label me?
Well there's
Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Queer,
Pangender, Transgender, Demigender, Androgyne,
Transsexual, Two-spirited, Andro, Neutrois,
Elissogender, Xenogender, Aporogender, Quad,
Bigender, Aliagender, Agender, Intersex...
Or am I just a questioning genderqueer?
Where does that fit on the Kinsey scale?
Or the Klein Sexual Orientation Grid?
And then, maybe I’m straight after all, and it’s just temporary?
I don't think so!

Life is never quite as straight as it seems
(Life is, never straight as it seems)
When you’ve figured it out, then you switch teams
(It’s so, complicated)
Life is never quite as straight as it seems
(Life is, complicated)
When you’ve figured it out, then you switch teams
(It’s so, complicated)

And does it matter? Is it even a choice I can make?

Outside Inside

I want to live outside how I feel on the inside.
But instead I’m on the outside looking in.
The life I live each day shouldn’t define me
I should learn to take it on the chin.
But I’m tired of living life in the danger zone
When the mirror lies to me every single day.

I want to show outside what's on the inside.
Outside I’m on the inside looking through.
The things you say each day will not define me.
Come at it from a different point of view.
And I’m tired of living life in the danger zone
Where my head lies to me every single day.

One day I’ll live outside what's on the inside.
For now I’m on the outside looking in.
The life I live each day does not define me.
And I need to be outside this skin, I'm in.
It’s not easy being you, when you’re hiding in plain view.
And life is questioned every single day.

Outside, inside.
Outside, inside.

Gender Babylon

Last night, she wore the dress
Put those closet fears to the test
Stepping outside with the wind on her face
Up at three in a club someplace.
Dance the night away
Dance the pain away
Chameleon by day, herself by night
Then at the end when the shutters come down
Back to the daytime job in town.

The guys all point and jeer
Because of the fear inside her.
And the implication is
Because she's in between she’s neither.

It’s not a phase
It’s not a craze
New attitudes and platitudes
Keep hanging on
Be set upon
Your friends are gone for gender babylon.

Days at home, hiding the clothes
Change in a layby hidden by shadows
The other day she came out to a friend
Someone else who thinks it’s a trend.
Hoping for the courage to go see a man
Who can maybe help her form a plan.
But the strength is elusive, the days are draining
Painfully aware that time is passing.

The girls all point and sneer
Because of the fear inside her.
And the implication is
Now she’s crossed the line she’s neither.

It’s not a phase
It’s not a craze
New attitudes and platitudes
Keep hanging on
Be set upon
Your friends are gone for gender babylon.

She won and lost and she won again.
The question wasn’t if but a definite when.
Jennifer, Emily, Zoe or Lisa
Pick a name and hope it suits ya.
Losing friends, unwanted attention
Losing family and marital tension
Never can stop coming out
History snapping at her throughout.

The children stop and stare
Because of the fear inside her.
And the implication is
Because she’s in between she’s neither.

It’s not a phase
It’s not a craze
New attitudes and platitudes
Keep hanging on
Be set upon
Your friends are gone for gender babylon.

Him. Her. Mrs. She. Ms. Mister. They. It.
Me. You. Pink. Blue. Girl. Boy. Them. It.

And the days are long but the nights are longer
And the days are long, but I'm getting stronger.

Over The Top

I'm going over the top
I'm at the summit and I just can't stop.
I'm going over the top
Getting ready for the sudden drop.

All those words, all that you say
Reactions, expectations, disbelief in a heartfelt way.
All those words, what do you say
Reactions, expectations in a heartfelt way.

The Elephant In The Room

Was it so embarrassing, the subject far too hard?
Was it my existence that knocked you off your guard?
Awkward conversations, hushed voices in the hall
How about we broach the subject once and for all.

But the elephant in the room keeps on trumpeting his tune.
My body is your battlefield, a topic to lampoon.
The elephant in the room keeps on trumpeting his tune.
I’m sure you’ll tell me soon.

Tho you left me bruised and broken, of course it’s you that’s scarred.
Did my look offend you? Are you playing the sympathy card?
Am I not in your comfort zone, should I be left on the lead?
Show you up in front of friends, should I have been discrete?

But the elephant in the room keeps on trumpeting his tune.
My body is your comic turn, a topic to lampoon.
The elephant in the room keeps on trumpeting his tune.
I’m sure you’ll tell me soon.

Your friends are all so cynical, determined I offend
Fine until it gets too close, unsupportive at the end.
Ask myself why I should stay for the rest of the ordeal
Give it some more time to process the way you feel?

But the elephant in the room keeps on playing the same tune.
My existence is a debate for you, a cause to excommune.
The elephant in the room keeps on trumpeting his tune.
I hope you’ll come round soon.

Spectrum

I'm a witchy switchy soft femme queerdo.
A lowbrow aesthete, rainbow heart.
Study your celestials under a night sky.
Glue us together when we fall apart.
Live our ideologies, liberation rituals
Unravel my complexities, I'll revel in yours.
Remind me of the pleasures in your gentle little touches
Sketch your profiles while lost in thought.

We’re on a spectrum.
Eccentric perfection.
Ambidextrous momentum.
Live life, love on the spectrum.

Bipolar Gemini, let me have my way
I’ve a sense of direction with a playful kink
Curl up kitty tell me it’s OK
Say what haunts you over a drink
Overly affectionate, needy when I want to be
Kiss me through words, bond with desire.
I’m a human can of silly string, intractable and brilliant
Mix me drinks, see what transpires.

We’re on a spectrum.
Eccentric perfection.
Ambidextrous momentum.
Live life, love on the spectrum.

Let's have rabble-rousing rough sex
Transparently androgynous
Fearlessly tender
Taurus as hell.
Fearless tommistry
With Sundays sedentary
Lascivious flirtation
With a genderqueer femme.
We're on the spectrum.

A workboot stud of simple needs
In a new world order, dressed in tweed.
Give me nasty hookups somewhere down south,
You’ll love the sound of your name in my mouth.
Strong-jawed sweetie, I'm a 6-foot Aphrodite!
Bond over art, make out in the yard
Or hang around in bookshops while we talk about our analysts
Bruise me with your avant-garde.

We’re on a spectrum.
Eccentric perfection.
Ambidextrous momentum.
Live life, love on the spectrum.

Nervous

Do I make you nervous?
Do I make you high?
Do you feel the secrets I keep inside?
Can you tell I want you?
Do you feel afraid?
Maybe you should be.
Maybe I feel the same.

Androgyny, perfect charm
Can’t work out why I’m so calm
Passion, pure and strong.
Trust my senses, am I wrong?
Boyish heart, girlish smile
Hint of mischief, in your profile.
Excitement, in your eye
I’m a doting teen, scared to try.

Do I make you nervous?
Should you run and hide?
I can see your fleeting eye can't decide.
Can you tell I want you?
Do you feel afraid?
Maybe you should be.
Maybe I feel the same.

My hunger, deep inside.
Intakes of breath, intensified.
Unknown mysteries, codified.
Desire, magnified.
No regrets, let’s take the risk
Live in the moment where no others exist.
Consummate our union,
Communion.

Do I make you nervous?
Do I make you crave?
Do you want to touch me, all the way?
Can you tell I want you?
Do you feel afraid?
Maybe you should be.
Maybe I feel the same.

I crave you. Like a bullet needs a gun.
I Crave you. Like the morning needs the sun.
I crave you. Like night needs the day.
I crave you. Like you are the one.
Are you the one?

Do I make you nervous?
Do I make you crave?
Do you want to touch me, all the way?
Can you tell I want you?
Do you feel afraid?
Maybe you should be.
Maybe I feel the same.

One Foot In Front Of The Other

I’ve yet to meet a person who hadn’t been beat
By something someone did or said
There will be happy times ahead.
Sometimes it don't work out
You want to scream and shout
Were it easy to be you then life would be so untrue.

Take each day at a time
Soon the sun will shine
There's a hill you need to climb.
One foot in front of the other.
Take each day at a time
Soon the sun will shine
Life won't always be sublime
One foot in front of the other.

I’ve yet to learn of someone who didn’t u-turn
Collateral along the road
In a big depressive episode.
And when it don’t checkout,
Stop. Work it out.
Perhaps out of the blue they’ll see a different side of you.

Take each day at a time
Soon the sun will shine
There's a hill you need to climb.
One foot in front of the other.
Take each day at a time
Soon the sun will shine
There's a hill you need to climb.
One foot in front of the other.