Let Your Freak Flag Fly

Whenever I had friends over as a kid, they’d look around my room and come to my wall of VHS tapes and CD’s. They were impressed with my action movies and Led Zepplin collection. Luckily they didn’t ever want to partake in any of them, or else they would have found the secret contents of what were behind the sleeves.

And it’s not what you’re probably thinking (at least with the VHS tapes).

For example, if they wanted to watch Die Hard, and put in the tape, they would have found the film Steel Magnolias conveniently left at the dramatic emotional breakdown of Sally Field.

Maybe they would want to listen to the Greatest Hits of Bob Marley.  They would have been surprised that Bob sounded an awful lot like Whitney Houston.

BTW – I practiced over and over the moment that I would one day be able to say to somebody, “You got a, you got a, way the you’re makin’ me, feel I can, feel I can, do anything for ya baby.”  It’s gonna happen… someday.

It’s amazing how the things we like can also be the same things that give us shame.

Naturally it got easier to be more open with my “sissy” artistic tastes, but not always.  Even today, among a bunch of homo’s, there’s a lot of shame in some circles for liking Madonna or Lady Gaga, etc.

And to that, I give you this, and kindly say, “Get over yourself and have some fun!”