Wow, just wow.
I hadn't heard that song before, even when Wheelie Bin posted it in 2010. Unusually, I know exactly what I was doing the month that it was released as a single: I moved to Limerick, where I discovered soc.motss and was able to come out.
What is so great about the song is that it is not
a coming out song, but a song where a particular gay experience, that half-in, half out life determines so much of the story.
And it is from a time when the bus to, and from, An Lar constrained choices if -- like me at that time -- you didn't have the money for a taxi: be on the 11.30 or face a very
long walk home.
Now, twenty-four years later, if that love "does not have a name", it's only because
the particular situation means that none of the tyoes of love are named. But I can still remember 1989, when mine didn't, because of a fear that song reflects.