What's this, a super late submission to #TransVoiceFriday? It's been a while, folks, but for reasons I can't quite explain I decided to record myself reading one of my favourite poems, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Eliot.
This poem is eggy as fuck, just sayin.
I often quote snippets of this poem in everyday life. Nobody gets the reference, and that's okay.
Yellowcard's 2003 hit Ocean Avenue does not quite qualify for my 90s Egg Rock playlist but on a scale of 1 to hard boiled, this fun little banger is distinctly ovoid.
The narrator reflects on past interactions with an unnamed character and wishes they could have escaped together. A facile read envisions a lost love; in a trans read, he speaks to his authentic femme self.
The linked official video only serves to reinforce this reading.
