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Sonic Youth - “Schizophrenia”
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I don’t know exactly how to lead this off, so I’ll just say it outright: My first (consensual) sexual encounter was with a boy.
This was back in North Carolina, when I was living with my biological mother. I couldn’t have been any older than seven or eight. He came over my house. We played pretend and he was “the girl.” We kissed. We fooled around. When he left, we kissed goodbye. I knew at that point that I wasn’t attracted to men sexually.
When my biological mother came home, I didn’t tell her anything. But she must have found out somehow, because she punched me right in the face. I’m not exaggerating at all when I say she then proceeded to beat me within an inch of my life. She screamed homophobic slurs at me the entire time, whipping me with belts, swinging broomsticks at me, and continually punching me in the face and stomach. I was beaten so badly that she made me stay home from school the next day. The day after, I trembled as my teacher brought me into the counselor’s office. I told them I fell down the steps. Of course they didn’t buy it. They sent a social worker to my house. And I got beaten again after the social worker left. My second-grade school photo features me wearing a taupe cable-knit sweater, a swollen lip, and bruises, welts, and gashes all over my face.
This is to say that it’s important to have artists like Perfume Genius around; artists who are willing to not only express their sexual desires, but also express the hardships of their lifestyle. There are a wide range of emotions that come with this sort of thing, fear being the one I’m most intimately familiar with.
The Twilight Sad - “Another Bed”
