"That's all I wanted.
Just to see my baby's blue eyes shine."
-'Father Figure' by George Michael
Just to see my baby's blue eyes shine."
-'Father Figure' by George Michael
Ever had one of those days where you just want to forget or just do-over? That would explain why this entry will be short. I'm just out of it with a mild form of wondering just what the hell I am doing. In some ways, it has to do with work. And others? Wanting a chance to heal my wounds by laying in a very hot bath while hoping my mind settles.
I tend to think too much.
My only highlight was getting another copy of George Michael's collection of videos on DVD. Yeah, I say 'another' because I was curious as to what they would do with this newer version. A few Wham! videos added to it makes the $17.99 price tag not too bad. Wish they had placed subtitles like they did with the original DVD. Then we can karaoke all night.
An orgy just isn't an orgy til a naked Summer and I are singing 'Father Figure' like the fools we are.
George Michael has a special place within me because the year his first solo album came out was when I was dealing with private Catholic school. MTV was playing his videos over and over to the point that I found myself singing them over and over. For a kid that was taught sex as being bad, it screamed freedom/rebellion when I found a cassette copy of George Michael's album on the playground. The word 'sex' in 'I Want Your Sex' shocked me. How could someone sing about such a thing!?!
For me, it was 'Father Figure' that drove me mad. Like I said, it was a complete change of the times. The videos had an artistic feel, especially when George comes around New York City in a taxi cab to pick up a model. His wife? Girlfriend? Who cares. The black and white feel was gorgeous as those whispers about how much he loves her came slowly. What I wonder is why this song isn't karaoke'd. The lyrics are simple and straight-forward played with a loud whisper. Even if the song is about a man truly in love with a woman, the whole thing does have sex in the background. After all, who doesn't talk more softly in bed?
In a sense, you can say you know it by heart. While I've said time and time again that Kristan took my virginity, it was George Michael that got me lightly thinking. Maybe sex is a good thing. Why wait for marriage when you can enjoy holding and being inside her? Being young was a confusing time, made more so by nuns. If only they these adults had been more mature......
Of course, I cannot forget about 'I Want Your Sex' because it was the video that got George in trouble for some time. 1985 was still a very careful year as to what you put out in regards to an album. You must remember that I was a very little boy just discovering girls. Even reading the definition of the 'Vagina' in the dictionary gave me a short thrill. The video for 'I Want...' had me wanting more. There was a close up view of a woman walking away from the camera while wearing skimpy black panties. Gawd, I was staring as hard as I could to hopefully see a hint of pussy. How the hell did such a small amount of fabric keep those pink lips in!?! All those hours studying pictures in whatever pornographic magazine I could get my hands on had me wondering about this. If there was an X-Rated version of 'I Want Your Sex,' that little boy in me would have fainted. Just the amazing beauty of a model's pussy would have had me lose all control and in need of a nurse to sit on my face.
Remember, the first time I ever sank my fingers inside a girl, all I could do was just stare in fascination at how slick they became as I continued to explore and explore all night.
So, I am outta here after embarrassing myself yet again. I don't care. This helps on days where work is getting annoying and life feels a bit overwhelming. 3rd Graders plotting to kill their teacher!?! A baby placed in a microwave!?! Is it any wonder I'm for capital punishment? Happy twats all around.
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