(We continue to grow and evolve as a community. The changes are  often surprising... and confusing.)  Once upon a time when life was simple and serene  My roommate was a lesbian and I a happy queen  I lived for Sunday brunches in my tightest fitting jeans  While she read _The Well of Loneliness_ and _Plexus_ magazine  But now I go to potlucks where the food is rather bleak  And I've joined a new support group that meets every other weeks  While she lives to go out dancing with her hair done up in curls  It's getting hard to tell the boys from the girls  Once upon a time when life was crystal clear  Each of us had favorite music we preferred to hear  While I went dancing to Sylvester down in Key West every year  She went to music festivals to worship Holly Near (Imagine my  surprise)  But now our tastes in music have completely turned around  And now instead of Michigan she goes to Provincetown  While I play Alix Dobkin on my Walkman now and then (Gee, you're  an Amazon)  It's getting hard to tell the women from the men  One upon a time when life was easy to predict  Sex was something I could get and I could get it quick  I'd look at all the men and know that I could take my pick  While she frowned upon my lifestyle with each and every trick  But now my sex adventures, though still fun, are rather tame  While she's discovered JoAnn Loulan and she'll never be the same  Cause she dates a lot of women and she buys erotic toys  It's getting hard to tell the girls from the boys  Times they change  Fashions rearrange themselves  If you don't stay on top  You'll find yourself dropped on a shelf  Once upon a time when life was black and white  I used to do the drag shows to be famous for a night  While she drank her beer without a glass and looked for Mrs.  Right  I'd cruise the local customers just asking for a light  But now she is the only one who steps out in a dress  And I'm wearing all her flannel shirts and sandals, I confess  And now she smokes Virginia Slims instead of Lucky Strikes  It's getting hard to tell the boys from girls  Hard to tell the men from women  Hard to tell the faggots from the dykes  Now if all of this appears to show that everyone's gone mad  It's only part and parcel of a somewhat larger fad  Look no further than the glint of gold in many straight boys'  ears  It's getting hard to tell the breeders* from the queers  (* The term "breeders" is fading from usage as gay and lesbian  parents become more and more visible (see next song); however, it  fit too well in this lyric not to use it. Cut me some slack, ok?  -RR)