Once Upon A Time

<br>(We continue to grow and evolve as a community. The changes are<br>often surprising... and confusing.)<br>Once upon a time when life was simple and serene<br>My roommate was a lesbian and I a happy queen<br>I lived for Sunday brunches in my tightest fitting jeans<br>While she read _The Well of Loneliness_ and _Plexus_ magazine<br>But now I go to potlucks where the food is rather bleak<br>And I`ve joined a new support group that meets every other weeks<br>While she lives to go out dancing with her hair done up in curls<br>It`s getting hard to tell the boys from the girls<br>Once upon a time when life was crystal clear<br>Each of us had favorite music we preferred to hear<br>While I went dancing to Sylvester down in Key West every year<br>She went to music festivals to worship Holly Near (Imagine my<br>surprise)<br>But now our tastes in music have completely turned around<br>And now instead of Michigan she goes to Provincetown<br>While I play Alix Dobkin on my Walkman now and then (Gee, you`re<br>an Amazon)<br>It`s getting hard to tell the women from the men<br>One upon a time when life was easy to predict<br>Sex was something I could get and I could get it quick<br>I`d look at all the men and know that I could take my pick<br>While she frowned upon my lifestyle with each and every trick<br>But now my sex adventures, though still fun, are rather tame<br>While she`s discovered JoAnn Loulan and she`ll never be the same<br>Cause she dates a lot of women and she buys erotic toys<br>It`s getting hard to tell the girls from the boys<br>Times they change<br>Fashions rearrange themselves<br>If you don`t stay on top<br>You`ll find yourself dropped on a shelf<br>Once upon a time when life was black and white<br>I used to do the drag shows to be famous for a night<br>While she drank her beer without a glass and looked for Mrs.<br>Right<br>I`d cruise the local customers just asking for a light<br>But now she is the only one who steps out in a dress<br>And I`m wearing all her flannel shirts and sandals, I confess<br>And now she smokes Virginia Slims instead of Lucky Strikes<br>It`s getting hard to tell the boys from girls<br>Hard to tell the men from women<br>Hard to tell the faggots from the dykes<br>Now if all of this appears to show that everyone`s gone mad<br>It`s only part and parcel of a somewhat larger fad<br>Look no further than the glint of gold in many straight boys`<br>ears<br>It`s getting hard to tell the breeders* from the queers<br>(* The term "breeders" is fading from usage as gay and lesbian<br>parents become more and more visible (see next song); however, it<br>fit too well in this lyric not to use it. Cut me some slack, ok?<br>-RR)