I composed this from loops from another site and have posted what I was supposed to for credits for each loop.
I have grown a lot here on Inman street. I...
I composed this from loops from another site and have posted what I was supposed to for credits for each loop.
I have grown a lot here on Inman street. I feel it, live it, deal with it. I understand it. I was doing what I'm doing but hiding.
I am no longer hiding. I'm too happy in my skin to fear what others don't understand which leads me to this song.
I was working on it and couldn't find a name for it since mom passed; she named a majority of my compositions.
I walked out on my front porch and my Landlord was listening to Baker Street by Gerry Rafferty. I did some growing up when this song was out and up on the charts. That's when the thought hit me.
Inman Street. I've done some major growing on Inman Street. Lost my Best Friend Joanie. Lost my Mom. Now that I've embraced my life; lost my two Sisters.
I've gained new employment with new family and the acceptance I needed to embrace my true self.
Without further babblings, I give you: Inman Street.
I have embraced new ways and am happy in my skin.
I used to be Mr. P.
I am Transgender. Have always been but hid it from even myself. Opened my closet one...
I am Transgender. Have always been but hid it from even myself. Opened my closet one day and pulled all the bones out
in truth to everyone; me inclusive.
If a female, dressed as a male, gets on the same bus I'm on. Not her gender. However, she's accepted and has a beautiful girl come sit on her lap on the bus. Not next to one another, on top of one another.
Question arose, why am I hiding? Bones are in the light and the closet is empty; nothing left to hid but me and I'm not hiding any longer.
I am Paul now Paula.
The music you listen to that I compose is of feeling. Not just strung together loops.