When I Was Straight
Julie Marie Wade
A Midsummer Night’s Press, pp. 48
Feminism is not brought up explicitly, but it is an underlying thread that runs throughout the entire work, lending intensity to her emotions and the words she chooses to express herself. The old-fashioned way of looking at how a woman relates to a man still lingers, although women are doing their best to destroy the sad excuses for the lack of progress, as displayed in the helplessness shown in Wade’s poem “There Was a Man in the Moon”: “The woman did not know how to work/the lawnmower, & the man did not know/how to work the microwave.” This presentation of a woman’s skills in the home versus a man’s know-how may have had a seed of truth in it once upon a time, but now women are freer to learn everything they want about the world. Women are also allowed to pursue careers and hobbies rather than just getting married and having children. Wade’s poem “It Was a Shame” brings up what girls are still not taught—how to be a sexual woman, like Wade was while figuring out her sexuality: “It was a shame. It was a phase. / It was a secret. / I wanted every man I met. / I courted danger on the dance floor.” Even before she was thinking about engaging another young lady in bedroom activities, Wade’s perceived promiscuous nature was looked down upon by society in general as unseemly. Girls going through puberty and experiencing hormones and sexual attraction for the first time are understandably confused about what is happening to their bodies and minds during this time and why they want new things, and they must be taught the truth in order to stay healthy.
As an entire work, this is not a very cheerful chapbook in that she hides herself from everyone through the first half and after she comes out, the second half is full of disappointments. In “When My College Roommate Learns I am a Lesbian,” even her friend reacts badly: “What are you going to tell your boyfriend?/ Does he already know? / What am I going to tell my boyfriend?” The importance of the revelation is clearly skewed towards what the male opinion of the situation is going to be, which Wade uses to continually reinforce the irony of her sexuality. In “I Thought So Little of Sex,” before she comes out, “Thunder was sex. / Traffic was sex. / Neon was sex.” She is not having sex and so she cannot stop thinking about it and wanting it no matter what, but after she comes out and is presumably having sex with women, she is able to stabilize a little more inside as she simultaneously rocks the world of everyone who thought they knew her well.
Wade’s ability to evaluate language for all of its possible meanings and contexts is fascinating, and the rest of her work is similarly thought-provoking and entertaining, regardless of the reader’s sexuality. Wade’s subject matter and manner of writing add gravity to her work and force the reader to take her seriously, along with her themes of feminism and of starting life over to be true to herself.