Is it the singer's real-life sexual persuasion, the explicit or implicit (and positive or negative) lyrical content, how it has been embraced by the gay community, being inextricably linked with its homo-erotic video...or something else?
Or all of the above?
"Wait...'YMCA' is about more than just hittin' the gym?"
My picks for the gayest songs of all time follow below in alphabetical order by artist. There is also a separate post(with a crazy load time) with the songs arranged somewhat creatively for your listening/viewing enjoyment.
Feel free to tell me what am I missing, in both senses of the question...
"I'm so lucky that my disease was so fucking weird and with a really strange version of it because the doctors were superinterested. They would comp things, they would give me a discounted rate because it was so weird that they were intrigued—and thank God for that. I know that sounds totally weird. It was surreal."
Ditto also writes about being molested by an uncle, battling depression and embracing her sexuality and her body size in what sounds like the queer read of the year.
Last night, I got last-minute tickets to Gossip at Terminal 5. Who haven't I seen there in recent times—I've enjoyed Lady Gaga, Scissor Sisters, Erasure, Yaz...the list goes on. Grabbed my friend Craig and we had a great time, even though my hate affair with G.A. continues.
Longer snippets in the middle of the vid
It actually wasn't grotesquely crowded, but we wound up behind a pair of attention magnets (round guy in gold lamé, among other things; tall guy with Adam Lamberty hair) who happened to take up a lot of space standing still, let alone doing what they were doing, which was shaking their raised fists through every song (at least at first). It's a rock concert, so what are you gonna do, complain? Ask people to enjoy themselves less? Might as well wear a button-up shirt with "OLD MAN" on the back. But it sucks to stand behind a girl who has to hold her hand in the air and wave it in large circles all around her head, barely missing yours and everyone else's. It was all very, "We GET this! We LOVE this!" more so than just pure personal enjoyment. To the boys: No disrespect intended and I admire your self-expression...I just don't ever want to stand behind it again. xoxo
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Then a couple of tiny girls moved ahead and past us and considering my history of serious issues with shorties pushing their way in front of me at concerts, I couldn't resist joking to Craig, "And here come the short girls." Unfortunately, one heard me and called me on it. I felt bad! I'm usually really good about talking trash inches from a person's face without them hearing, and in this case it wasn't really trash since as she pointed out she wasn't stopping in front of me or bugging me in any way. Sorry, woman.
But the good news is we soon shifted and wound up in front of the human trees and I had no more distractions.
Anyway, we had shown up in time to catch opening act The Ssion (say "SHUN" as in "passion") even though we'd missed Creep (who had the only good T-shirt for sale of all three acts). I actually loved The Ssion—very dancey and with a total genderfuck vibe on stage. Their sound is very catchy and very Book of Love. I'm now humming "My Love Grows in the Dark" every 10 minutes.
I was tickled to recognize that their dancing boys recreated Madonna's 1982 track-date choreography during the stand-out song "Clown" (which is already a dead ear-ringer for "Holiday"). The band also wound up incorporating some lines from "Keep It Together". (The strawberry blond dancing boy was fucking hot, BTW, in his Castro clone cut-offs.)