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yesterday at the record swap i found both team dresch albums for $2.50 each. i'm listening to "personal best" for the first time in years, maybe since my mom went through my things and threw away what she found offensive, crying and not asking why, simply exasperated and threatening therapy. not counselling for the depression which seems so obvious in retrospect, but wisdom from what she hoped to be a christian individual who could knock some sense into me, make me stop wondering if i liked girls too. i remember the garbage bag resting on the back porch of our modular home, filled with letters and zines i'd been accumulating since three years earlier when i was thirteen, all waiting to go out to the dumpster in the morning. i tried to sneak some things back, but my dad caught me. i knew where it was going; i had a numb sense of nobility in my resignation.
i was so obsessed with the lyric "i always wanted to make sense/i fell flat." i think that it's funny how i still remember lines like that. my walkman secretly listened to in science class and goosebumps on the schoolbus has stuck with me.
i've grown really uncomfortable with the internet for no real good reason.
i want to take a train trip this summer. jamie needs to visit his parents, and he wants to protest at the republican national convention. i want to meet old friends and see new orleans and watch the trees pass sedatedly through the window. i hope it happens, even as i worry about meeting his parents and agoraphobia.
i was so obsessed with the lyric "i always wanted to make sense/i fell flat." i think that it's funny how i still remember lines like that. my walkman secretly listened to in science class and goosebumps on the schoolbus has stuck with me.
i've grown really uncomfortable with the internet for no real good reason.
i want to take a train trip this summer. jamie needs to visit his parents, and he wants to protest at the republican national convention. i want to meet old friends and see new orleans and watch the trees pass sedatedly through the window. i hope it happens, even as i worry about meeting his parents and agoraphobia.