Dec 16, 2005 16:03
Yes and I meant that to be sick and perverse. Because lately I've felt nothing but sick and perverse. Which is why I'm devoting this entry to my ramblings about Fanservice, what it is, and why it's driving me crazy. This'll probably be posted on my MySpace to although that's pretty much reserved for Gackt and GacktJOB.
So as to not be mysterious, I may as well start with the meaning. Fanservice (in the context I'm talking about) is what the hottie J-rockers like GacktJOB, L'Arc~en~Ciel, Dir en Gley, Pierrot, Psycho le Came, and Malice Mizer always do onstage. For the viewing pleasure of all the horny fangirls and boys watching them perform, these sexy J-rocker gentlemen do some pretty sexy things to each other which range from dry-humping and groping to full blown lip locking and grinding. Needless to say this drives all the fans absolutely wild and leaving them to wonder Holy shit, are they actually gay or do they just do that 'cause they know it drives us nuts?
GacktJOB, Malice Mizer, and Dir en Gley are especially famous for their fanservice. More then once, the lead singers have given the fangirls something to dream and scream about. Some of the most famous 'couples' are Gackt x Ren, Miyavi x Hassei, Gackt x Mana, Sanaka x Kamijo, and a boatload of others. Even HYDE from L'Arc en Ciel has smoozed up his bandmembers for the fangirls and boys to enjoy.
Now I'm not trying to say that I'm homophobic with this venting. Quite the contrary, I find yaoiness, especially with the fine specimens the J-rockers are to be extrememly sexy. So much so I'm half rabid with horniness and I'm driving myself to gray hair wondering 'are they really gay?'. Actually I should rephrase that: Are all beautiful men of that calibur gay? Am I ever going to find a 'pretty boy' or am I pretty much damned to dream of one for the rest of my life? Aye me, the curse of being single is starting to get to me. I'm half pissed at myself for having such eccentric tastes and high standards that I cant seem to bring myself to break no matter how much I try.
I need an artist...