(by mc-q) Come out, Come out, Wherever you are We’re having a show, and You’re the star Fantasy, Despair, Joy, and Rage Tonight all will unite upon this bare stage So I was raised by clowns. Seriously, when I was a baby both of my parents were party clowns. So we used to go to these parties and street fairs as a little clown family with our robot (Robbie the Robot) who sang and made cotton candy, and my parents would make balloon animals and do magic tricks while I just sat in my stroller, a cute little clown baby. This one time we’re at a street fair and I start crying. That day I was just not down with being a clown baby. I’m crying and I’m crying, and my mom’s trying all these different ways to shut me up. She puts my pacifier in, I spit it out and keep crying. She rocks me a little, I keep crying. She puts my pacifier in again, and I spit it out again and I keep crying. Nothing is going to stop me. Mom gets fed up. She opens up Robbie, who’s in the middle of a batch of cotton candy, and throws in the pacifier. For just a minute. Enough to get the edge of it covered in sweet little sugar crystals. I’m crying, crying, crying, crying… She pops the pacifier in my mouth and I shut up. And I sit in my rocker, happily contented with my position as the cute baby clown for the rest of the day. It just goes to prove: A little bit of sweetness goes a long way. That’s my story. What I want to know is, what’s your story? What makes you you? What shaped you from a formless ball of clay to the person you are today? Tragic or happy, funny or sad, make us cry, make us die inside, make us laugh or make us mad Just step up and say something. The floor is yours. WHAT’S YOUR STORY? Part of GSA’s National Coming Out Week ‘09 8 PM Tonight, Delphine Intercultural Center, Saint Mary’s College of CA
