Don’t Ignore Me
Please don’t ignore me. I am here, and I am a part of the human race, but most people don’t know what to do with me, nor do they understand who I am. You see, I am asexual. Now, I admit, I’m not discriminated against.
Please don’t ignore me. I am here, and I am a part of the human race, but most people don’t know what to do with me, nor do they understand who I am. You see, I am asexual. Now, I admit, I’m not discriminated against.
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Without music I would be dead. I wondered if that statement was too strong – an overstatement of facts, but it isn’t. I truly believe that I would not be here today without the saving power of music. I have always surrounded myself with music.
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Believe it or not, I was once a “rock star” (or at least, attempting to make it as one). I had four years of professional classical voice training (and even more “learning by experience,” which can often be a superior teacher in many ways) as