Back in 2005, back when this blog was still called the apparently inscrutable Tehachapiltdownman, I posted this:
There is something I would like to tell you all about, something I would like to get off my chest, something I don't want to pretend about anymore.Since that point, I've linked to this post endless times as I've been writing about women who sing (next in this series coming Thursday). Today I'm taking a moment and marking as many of these posts as I can find with the new tag heterosexual. Because let's face it:
I like girls.
I remember when I first discovered I liked girls. It was early 1999, shortly after I had moved to Provo, Utah. I had volunteered to give a girl a ride in my automobile and after she got into my car and put on her seatbelt, I turned on the car and prepared to back out of my parking space.
"You like girls, don't you?" she said.
"You like girls."
She gestured to my cd player which was, I believe, playing K's Choice, a Belgian band fronted by a woman.
"Everytime I get in your car, there's a girl singing."
I thought back and realized she was right. Moonpools & Caterpillars. Juju Club. Natalie Merchant. Even aLilith Fair cd! How could I have been so blind!
I was stunned and could give no answer but this:
"I guess you're right."
And it's been downhill from there.
Women who sing are the very purpose of my meager life. And I am totally okay with that. I mean: The Sundays. Amirite?