“It Gets Better”

I was one of the lucky ones…

I was never bullied. Yes, I was taunted and made fun of sometimes… We all were. However, I can’t imagine the pain that some of these young people are going through. It’s hard enough just finding your way in this world, especially at 12 and 13 and 14….

We keep hearing this stuff and I don’t know what to make of it?? I think we’ve come a long way in society so what is going on now is no different than what has gone on forever, But it has to stop. Intolerance  of any kind is unacceptable. Bottom line. Period.

We all must accept responsibility. We much teach our children that… We MUST. It must stop NOW and we have the  power to stop it.

And more specifically to our parents, aunts and uncles, cousins and friends of our GLBT youth….

Let them know that they are Loved. Let them know that they are Cherished.

Let them know that they are needed in this world…

And let them know that it gets better. It really does…

Just give it chance – Life.

It will get better. It will.…

Live!!

My stomach is always a bit queasy.

I barely eat. Yes, I still get nervous.

Breathe. Focus….

Drums, guitars… Rock&Roll.

The rest kinda falls into place.

It’s all about the energy. Whatever I’m getting from the audience consumes me. If it’s an intimate setting and I feel like I’m really connecting, I can feel that. (I’ve almost cried before during “Calling All Cars” and “Heaven”.)

If it’s a rockin crowd and a biggier venue, I’m totally propelled. I feel like I can fly. Boston was like that… So was Baltimore.

Sometimes it’s hard to breathe. the best is when I don’t have to think at all…

Every step feels like it’s choreographed by someone else.

I hate the banter in between songs. I hate having to think about it at all. But when the show’s good – I don’t.

I prefer strangers to friends.

Watching people’s faces…

Looking into their eyes…

Watching them sing along…moving, feeling.

That’s the best.…

OUTFEST Philly Oct 10, 2010

7am… Up, shave, shower, pack the truck, dress, grab my boots (and my eyeliner, of course) and head out the door. 1st stop, Long Island City to pick up Dave Berger, my drummer. Load him up and then head toward the city to pick up Steve and Pem. I think we are heading through the Holland tunnel by 11 am… not too bad.

We make it to Philly by around 1pm. Beautiful day. The streets are packed and the stage is ready to go. We are set to go on at 2pm so we pretty much start setting up immediately. Right on time…

Open with Lucille and then  into People Who Died. “Intolerance of any kind is unacceptable”, I say. “This is for our brothers and sisters and our friends…All our Friends…All Our Friends”. Next, Life & Times followed by Hail to the Loser. “I was told that unless I’m Cher or Patti LaBelle, no one gets more than 20 minutes at OUTfest”… But I was giving Patti hair!!!! We close with Pretty in Pink – condoms everywhere!!!

It was indeed a wonderful afternoon in the city of brotherly love. By the way, I was sick as a dog the whole time… Show must go on!!!! ROCK!!!!!!!…