I know I have a follow up Celebrity Day blog to write, but I had to delay it for a while because it involved a gift I was giving to someone. The gift has been given, so I’m free to blog about it, but I’ve got something else stuck in my head, so I thought I’d blog that before it became unstuck and I forgot about it.

    So I have this weird urge. I’ve had it for a while now, but a new iTunes acquisition has renewed the urge and now it’s almost impossible to refuse. But before I explain the urge itself, I have this other urge that the first urge needs a bit of explanation so you don’t think I’m even crazier than you already think I am.

    It should be a well-known fact by now that I had a thing for David Bowie as a kid, and even now I’m still a fan of his (don’t worry, the crush subsided when I was a toddler and I got over his accent.) Anyway, despite my hetero-status, I’ve had this strange attraction to certain aspects of Glam Rock. So help me, I love the costumes. The drag-queen nature of it just makes me giggle, but beyond that, the creativity of some of it, it fascinates me. And every time I see the cover of “Aladdin Sane” I want to whip out my make-up, cover my face in violent hues of purple, pink, and blue, and take photographic evidence of my own measly participation in the Glam Rock scene.

    For any of you who know me at all well, this should probably be somewhat shocking. All I can think about is what my brothers would say. But who cares! Toss me a pink wig and I’ll go crazy: I’ll be a lass insane, and I’ll love it. But… for a variety of reasons, throughout all my many years of photographic experimentation, I have yet to dive into my desire to experience with the Glam Rock look.

    That’s where this new urge comes in. I’ve been listening to the Scissor Sisters… a lot. And watching their videos. And I’m SO jealous. I want crazy pink hair! I want crazy make-up! I want elaborate silly costumes! I want to leap around and look ridiculous! What’s so wrong with that? Can’t a straight girl look like a crazy glam rock drag queen? Hehe.

    A few weeks ago I added some cheap brightly colored wigs to my wishlist, but not surprisingly, I haven’t gotten any of them yet. I’ve been having trouble justifying the expense. But I did buy some of that L’oreal H.I.P intense make-up! So I’m halfway there. If only I had a wig, I could go mad with the make-up and take a whole new smattering of interesting photos. I’ve gone through the Clarence Sinclair Bull stage, now I think it’s time for a hint of Freddie Mercury (sans facial hair and weird jumpsuit things), or even better, it’s time for an homage to David Bowie.

    So I guess what I’m saying is, if anyone feels like blowing $15 to send me a wig, I can promise a slew of really ridiculous photos in return. 🙂 Until I can find that spare $15 in my own wallet, I suppose my debut as a Scissor Sister will have to wait. Sigh… I’ve waited 20 years since I first had a thing for David Bowie, I suppose I can wait a while longer.

    Huh… and now that I think about it, I’ve had crushes on a lot of guys named David… Interesting. I suppose that topic will have to wait for the next blog, because even stranger still, it fits in with the Celebrity Day 2.0 post I was supposed to write instead of this silly one! Funny how fate brings blog topics together. 🙂

    Anyway, here’s to Glam Rock, here’s to a costume designer’s dream, and here’s to all those crazy bands that are leading me to what will no doubt be a gallery full of blackmail photos. It all makes life just a little bit more glam, and that’s always a good thing.