2 posts tagged “david bowie”

yeah you MIA I posted this on that post of mine you've been obsessing about. So in case you don't read it there, here it is especially for you.

(for anybody else who reads this . . . MIA has felt the need to bug me several times, so I'm giving her a few minutes of my time for the last time so she can sleep better at night.)

"Mia, Mia, Mia . . .you seriously need to relax. This little history lesson you gave me, well I already knew all of that and more. I have actually met Jay Gordon and I know he's not gay though he has been curious. You have to chill out because you have wasted too much time dissecting my 10 month old post. Geez. Look, if it makes you feel better let me clarify this, I was making an observation about myself and how much i LOVE makeup on guys and the more feminine the better. This post had absolutely NOTHING to do with hating gay people, (FYI my best friend is gay and he's wonderful) nor does it have anything to do with me not respecting their musical talents. This wasn't a post about their musical talents at all it was about my taste in men. OK. If you don't like Davey Havok thats fine, I think he's gorgeous (physically) even though he can be an ass. MY blog, MY opinion. I don't know what your point was really with these comments, all I know is that you misunderstood and misconstrued everything I wrote. Now that thats settled maybe you can move on with your life."

There you go. MIA

OH my goodness!!! Its been years! Ok more like over a month. I thought I'd begin this new blogging year by revealing an obsession I have had since I was a child. Here's a hint "David Bowie in Labyrinth". Obscure maybe. When I was about six or seven years old I saw Labyrinth and was immediately smitten by David Bowie. When I was around 16 I saw Trent Reznor in the Perfect drug video I believed I had found the sexiest man alive. When I was 18 it was Jay Gordon from Orgy who had me drooling. Now I am quietly (because Im married and love my husband) starstruck by AFI's Davy Havok.
Check it . . . what do they all have in common?