The first time I heard Madonna’s “Express Yourself” — or really heard it, as opposed to passively listening to it on the radio — was when I visited my friends Rachel and Laura at Indiana University when I was still a senior in high school. I was thisclose to coming out, and they had cultivated a group of sassy ladies and gay boyfriends, and when they all walked towards whatever party they were attending they sang “Express Yourself.” It was years before Sex and the City and it was so, so Sex and the City. Or Party Girl. Or Will & Grace. Anyway, it changed my life. Not only did I see what kind of fun I could be having in college as an out homo with sassy lady friends, but the lyrics… they spoke to me. It gets better.
Now, whenever I hear “Express Yourself,” I get so damn happy.