As a general rule rockers are thin and I like thin men.
i like em long n lean myself.
axl was indeed a fine specimen of munchy nuggetry back in the day. before he became the spokesman for asswaddery and botox.
and freddie... well, i've always had a thing for freddie. sexual orientation has nuthin to do with it. it never really has, with me. if someone scrambles my eggs, then someone scrambles my eggs.
{WARNIN: digression up ahead. flee now. thank yew.}
my brother turned me onto queen. he was straight. he had posters of olivia newton john and racquel welch on his wall in his room. when he was gone, i used to go in there and throw darts at em. anyway, when he first handed me
sheer heart attack, i was probably, oh, what, eleven? i took one look at freddie on that cover, and i went oooooof.
mind ya, i had started my perio... i mean, shall we say, i had become physically able to bear children... in the third grade, age 9, yep, so i had become rampantly hormonal far earlier than yer average care bear.
soooo. i saw freddie, i went oooooof. my brother, being the cool, open-minded, tolerant kinda person he was (rare enough in the 70s), seeing my freddie love, put his hand on my shoulder and said, "kathleen. ya know the whole thing about boys and girls? well, sometimes it doesn't work that way. sometimes, boys love boys. and sometimes, girls love girls." i don't recall what i did at the time, but i'm pretty sure it involved lookin at him stupidly, gaping, like an idjut. he said, "people will say it's wrong. but it aint. do you know why?" and i sat there, tryin to figure it out, like i did every time he beat me at chess or risk or stratego or spades or any other fucquin thing. i had some hint of an idea in my head, even then, that 'people' or the world in general was somehow fucqued up, that labels were screwy at their very core, but i couldn't really come up with an answer. so he said, "cuz love is never wrong. fucque what anyone else thinks."
of course, i didn't really know exactly what he meant til much later. but i still love the fucquin fire outta that pic of freddie. it makes me feel like i'm bugs bunny meltin down a flight of stairs.
siiiigh.