Hmm, or i could talk about what i’m supposed to be talking about.


I was asexual in high school, but it was more that i was being pulling in both directions than i was stuck in the middle. Everyone assumed i was gay because i liked shiny clothes and chick rock; i was desperately interested in girls who wouldn’t even begin to think of my not because they didn’t like me, but because i didn’t really qualify for romantic consideration. So, there was this one girl, and even though i had been rebuffed by her once or twice she had finally begun to see me as somewhat of an individual. With her seeing me as a person … an image of a person that was nearly what i was underneath all the assumptions, i thought that maybe i still had a chance with her (or, at least more of a chance than with anyone else). I’ll never know, though, because the day i wrote “Touch” was my last chance to cross that line between friend and otherwise (“can i fly faster than the silences, or cross miles past the line”). And, of course, “Under My Skin” is famously about when i finally kissed someone, but it’s about time to post another a/b-side, so you’ll have to hang on for that.