I wanna get you out

Tori Amos
Mary

Everybody wants somethin' from you
Everybody want a piece of Mary
Lush valley all dressed in green
Just ripe for the picking

God I wanna get you outta here
You could ride in a pink mustang
When I thinka what we done to you
Oh Mary
Can ya hear me?

Growin' up isn't always fun
They tore your dress and stole your ribbons
They see you cry
They lick their lips
But butterflies don't belong in nets!

Oh Mary
Can ya hear me?
Mary
You're bleedin'
Mary
Don't be afraid
We're just waking up
And I hear help is on the way

Mary
Can ya hear me?
Mary
Like Jimmi said
Mary
Don't be afraid
'Cause even the wind
Even the wind
Cries your name

Everybody wants ya sweetheart
Everybody got a dream of glory
Las Vegas got a pin-up girl
They got her armed as they buy and sell her

Rivers of milk
Runnin' dry
Can't you hear the dolphins crying?
What do we do when our babies scream?
Fill their mouths with some acid rain!

Oh Mary
Can ya hear me?
Mary
You're bleedin'
Mary
Don't be afraid
We're just waking up
And I hear help is on the way

Mary
Can ya hear me?
Mary
Like Jimmi said
Mary
Don't be afraid
'Cause even the wind
Even the wind
Cries your name

Ni-ni-ni...
Ni-ni-ni...
Ooo-hoo
Ni-ni-ni...

Oh...
Butteflies don't belong in nets!

Oh Mary
Can ya hear me?
Mary
You're bleedin'
Mary
Don't be afraid
We're just waking up
And I hear help is on the way

Mary
Can ya hear me?
Mary
Like Jimmi said
Mary
Don't be afraid
'Cause even the wind
Even the wind
Cries your name

Even the wind
Cries your name
Even the wind
Cries your name
Cries your name
Cries your name
Cries your name...

Let's go

Mmm, something I forgot last night-I got a new Tutti Dolci lip gloss from Bath and Body Works. They were out of the Apple Torta, so I got Fantasia di Cioccolata. Oddly, I don't like it as much, but it's okay.

Do it

You know what.

I've decided something.

Screw what Paula says about this masculinity in me just being a more defensive woman. I love her, but she doesn't get it.

Starting tonight, I'm going to track down the most masculine stuff I can find. It might take all weekend, but I'll find some good guy like clothes.

And Monday, I'm going full-out drag. I'll flatten my chest as much as I can, socks down my pants, as much hair gel as my hair can stand and I'll try to do the day without lip gloss. Okay, that last part, no. I need my glossy, but I'll try to tone it down a bit. Not like I'll be a butch 'boy', but more masculine than I am normally.

This is gonna be fun.

Decisions, decisions

Well I think I've got my outfit. A green and red striped long sleeved shirt thing (Bri's seen it...not the prettiest thing in the world, but probably the most boyish thing I own) and a pair of black jeans I appropriated from dad. I'll try and get mom to cut my hair down tonight, and I'll see if she'll let me bind my chest. If not, I've found that my enemy that is the bra does a fairly good job. Which is why I'm wearing one now, even though I hate them, just so I can get used to it. Which is annoying because it has a tag and it's really making my back itch. Gah, I just wanna hack these damn girlie-bits off sometimes.