(Jazz from a long ago Nuked Queer Page of mine.)
As you know I lost my Heart, and other assorted organs to "Charlie" aka Charles Guislain here some time ago. Google him. He was a big deal French fashion diva in the early 2000's. I hear he's married...to a woman these days...go figure.
Anyway as long time viewers remember I was under his spell. It was a classic "Blue Angel" or "Death in Venice" deal. Although I had no intentions of kicking the bucket over this kid.
No this is just one of those fan obsession things.
Fortunately for me,...and my lawyers. Charlie, and I were separated by an ocean, fashion, and a shit load of decades. So there it is. Still the Heart can dream.
Here below is Charlie in over the top Drag.
He looks like a boozy Twiggy. Google her. I'm glad he didn't follow up on this much. Drag is cool mind you, but ya has to be careful about it. A little too much this way or that, and things get nuts,...ya know?
I liked him better as a vaguely Angelic Faerie Sissy Boy Shaman Spirit Being. Um...a proper Cupid as the Romans saw them. In the bloom of early manhood, and Boy Beauty. You get my point.
My steamy mad obsession with him had lasted so long he became of legal marry 'n age! So I don't have to adopt him, but could have had a swell outright Queer Marriage.
I'd have liked the gleeful shebang performed by Whoppie Goldberg at first base in Yankee Stadium with the then famed "Pussy Riot" singing a no doubt unique version of "Here Comes da Bride!".
My heavens!
I could see dear Charlie all done up in a wedding outfit especially cooked up by that demented one percenter fashion genius Valentino Garavani.
Rafael-esq Angel-winged semi-nude choirboys will be carrying the gown's 200 ft. train with unemployed Comix book artists spreading medical Marianna before the sacred procession.
'Course I'll be rolled along in an oxygen tent by my medical team who will be trying to keep me alive to the end of the ceremony.
Like that song,...."I have NO! regrets".
( Of course today I have no such giddy obsessions as in the aging post above. ...so don't report me. These dreary daze I just hope my Social Security isn't shorted, and the meds keep working.
Amazing what life does to you, and what you settle for. Back in the day we wanted to overthrow the whole evil rotted mess,...now we're part of the mess. We even help it to continue.
Maybe them kids out there marching against guns. Marching for their very lives might do a better job. History, and time will tell.)
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