So This Little Wannabe Punk Is Like “Glam is dead” trying to be transgressive
In reference to Steel Panther (seriously, you do realize they’re a comedy band, dude, right?) and so I jokingly respond with the cliche “punk is dead” and he gets all pissy, and so I feel the need to make him cry… the funny thing is I don’t even think punk necessarily has to be dead (but ok, punk is pretty fucking dead)
But here, I literally just did this to be mean and I’m not sorry. Sometimes I just need to sharpen my claws on other people’s feelings.
"Rock n’ roll is not about your head, you feel good rock n’ roll in your gut and in your groin. If it hits your head too, great, if not, doesn’t fucking matter."
My new glam rock inspired nails, what you get when you show your manicurist a photo of Aladdin Sane and say “this but with leopard print, and louder”
"Rock n’ roll is the innate human impulse to dance around a fire at night worshipping a hermaphrodite goat creature bubbling up through society. Rock n’ roll is sex, and night, and exciting danger. Rock n’ roll is trashy and androgynous and has links to the earliest and most instinctive forms of human religious belief. Rock n’ roll has ties to the feminine id which society views as mysterious, and well nigh magical. Rock n’ roll comes from a fucked up oppressive society and revels in tearing shit down. Thank goodness for rock n’ roll."
Me (also I mean hermaphrodite in the accurate sense of the word, as in a creature that is of both reproductive sexes at the same time, like many types of sea snail)
Dating A Glam Rocker is hard
Because when you find lipstick on his collar you’re never sure if he’s cheating on you or if it’s just his lipstick, and yes, this is from personal experience. Of course you can just check it against his makeup stash, but that takes time.
Me pole dancing at the wild ones