Somehow “I Kissed a Girl” gets slightly more ironic and tongue in cheek when i sing it to a room full of lesbians. First there’s the angle the song is meant from, and then there’s the hilarity of my singing it, and finally there’s the point where you just assume i’m the natural narrator and the song becomes about how i was supposed to marry Larry but instead i kissed a girl for the first time.
I had a good time playing for the Dyke Auction, and i sounded good. I had control over all of my own sound, so instead of flipping out about not getting my microphone to work on “Bridge” i just raised the whole song an octave so i could belt it out at the top of my lungs. Demos were to be had, and i might show my face at other dyke-y events billed as (of course) “Peter, the lesbian boy!”
[…] Um… thank you? I mean… hell, anyone who calls me sassy and then in the same breath acknowledges my “bunch of girlfriends” has definitely improved my day. (”bunch”? Like, a bunch of grapes. Doesn’t that imply more than one? Maybe this connects back to the part about me being “Lesbian Boy“) […]