only want to see you laughing
Dear Mr P Rogers Nelson,
Recent reports have compelled me to take plumed pen in hand and write you as one vintage '58 gemini tri-gendered, multi-instrumental funky song dog to another. The last few years have been rough, the old Dorian Gray portrait looms and there's no denying our quest to enshrine the healing power of sexuality as a positive value has fallen short of the mark. Let's face it, our days as polymorphously perverse Peterpansexuals are certainly numbered.
However, I think you should have taken that left at Albuquerque and stayed this side of the Brooklyn Bridge. I heard you are now denying the shadow that you once celebrated and integrated and transmuted into timeless pop art. Dude, you need some Chiron counselling. srsly.
You inspired all of your peers and all succedent generations with your androgynous, women-loving, prescient renaissanceman sex poz purpleness. Your legacy as a sexual freedom fighter and funky forward marcher was unassailable. You are also such a fey queeny peacock thing, not unlike a drag king, that for you to be preaching anti-gay this late in the day is fairly incomprehensible.
Granted, The New Yorker is the source and it truly is a pale shadow of its former self -- so you may be cleared of all Rasberry Bigot allegations in the end. Til then tho, in the name of all that's good in funk and art, for love's sake: put down that Watchtower, climb in the little red corvette and repeat after me:
yrs in alliterative orgiastic afterglow,
-A 2ne
Recent reports have compelled me to take plumed pen in hand and write you as one vintage '58 gemini tri-gendered, multi-instrumental funky song dog to another. The last few years have been rough, the old Dorian Gray portrait looms and there's no denying our quest to enshrine the healing power of sexuality as a positive value has fallen short of the mark. Let's face it, our days as polymorphously perverse Peterpansexuals are certainly numbered.
However, I think you should have taken that left at Albuquerque and stayed this side of the Brooklyn Bridge. I heard you are now denying the shadow that you once celebrated and integrated and transmuted into timeless pop art. Dude, you need some Chiron counselling. srsly.
You inspired all of your peers and all succedent generations with your androgynous, women-loving, prescient renaissanceman sex poz purpleness. Your legacy as a sexual freedom fighter and funky forward marcher was unassailable. You are also such a fey queeny peacock thing, not unlike a drag king, that for you to be preaching anti-gay this late in the day is fairly incomprehensible.
Granted, The New Yorker is the source and it truly is a pale shadow of its former self -- so you may be cleared of all Rasberry Bigot allegations in the end. Til then tho, in the name of all that's good in funk and art, for love's sake: put down that Watchtower, climb in the little red corvette and repeat after me:
yrs in alliterative orgiastic afterglow,
-A 2ne