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The cover art and inlay is done. If I'm going to do drag....it's going to be in a classic, tragic theme at least.
I had to shave my sideburns for the photo shoot. That left me feeling kind of naked, but now they're growing back...and there are some gray hairs mixed in there, which is traumatizing. I feel like I should be, like, 60 years old before I start turning gray. My father is getting a kick out of it. My vanity has always driven him a bit crazy. Probably because I'm way better-looking than he ever was ;) But getting older is a bitch. He has a line in a song:
"Once I looked like a million bucks. ....now it's more like 2 grand."
Okay, so maybe I'm slightly less than a million. Gray hair does depreciate one's market value, after all. But I'm still far off from looking like shit. Or becoming the distinguished aging fag I plan upon. Some kind of cross between Elton John, Liberace and Ian McKellan. I have a thing for knights and queens :-*
Oh....well, maybe a dash of Dame Edna, too.
I just finished a few dates down in the heartland, ending up in Chicago. It all went great. The promise of the second record is lighting a fire under me and making the shows even better than usual. It's such a strange feeling....I can't even call it "the new record" because it's not new at all. But in a sense, it is. I kind of feel like I cheated...getting all the excitement of a new release without having to do any of the work. I should really double up my albums like this again. It's like saving up for a rainy day.
Of course, I could sit down today and write a doozie of a heartbreak record, as Stephen and I tear little pieces off each other every day. He keeps fucking other men and I hate it, but it's his right, since we're by no means anywhere close to being official....in any sense. I can't let myself want very much from him right now. I'm about to go away for a month or maybe more to Europe...and unless he's planning on tagging along, I have to protect both of us by not going for what I need and what I want to give him...because then I'll just have to take it away again when I leave. He'll turn to other people again and I'll be across the ocean, dying slowly.
I still don't know what I'm doing. Like I said to him...right and wrong don't even mean anything anymore. I just love him. I hope I can offer him more when I come back. He's more resentful of my career than ever, and I don't know where this is going to lead. The thing that drew him to me, is now the thing repelling him. Life is funny like that.
I had to shave my sideburns for the photo shoot. That left me feeling kind of naked, but now they're growing back...and there are some gray hairs mixed in there, which is traumatizing. I feel like I should be, like, 60 years old before I start turning gray. My father is getting a kick out of it. My vanity has always driven him a bit crazy. Probably because I'm way better-looking than he ever was ;) But getting older is a bitch. He has a line in a song:
"Once I looked like a million bucks. ....now it's more like 2 grand."
Okay, so maybe I'm slightly less than a million. Gray hair does depreciate one's market value, after all. But I'm still far off from looking like shit. Or becoming the distinguished aging fag I plan upon. Some kind of cross between Elton John, Liberace and Ian McKellan. I have a thing for knights and queens :-*
Oh....well, maybe a dash of Dame Edna, too.
I just finished a few dates down in the heartland, ending up in Chicago. It all went great. The promise of the second record is lighting a fire under me and making the shows even better than usual. It's such a strange feeling....I can't even call it "the new record" because it's not new at all. But in a sense, it is. I kind of feel like I cheated...getting all the excitement of a new release without having to do any of the work. I should really double up my albums like this again. It's like saving up for a rainy day.
Of course, I could sit down today and write a doozie of a heartbreak record, as Stephen and I tear little pieces off each other every day. He keeps fucking other men and I hate it, but it's his right, since we're by no means anywhere close to being official....in any sense. I can't let myself want very much from him right now. I'm about to go away for a month or maybe more to Europe...and unless he's planning on tagging along, I have to protect both of us by not going for what I need and what I want to give him...because then I'll just have to take it away again when I leave. He'll turn to other people again and I'll be across the ocean, dying slowly.
I still don't know what I'm doing. Like I said to him...right and wrong don't even mean anything anymore. I just love him. I hope I can offer him more when I come back. He's more resentful of my career than ever, and I don't know where this is going to lead. The thing that drew him to me, is now the thing repelling him. Life is funny like that.