(no subject)
I've been bad. I know. But I'm a boy on the go. I'm busy. Things to see and people to do, you know. I figure I owe you all something slightly out of the ordinary to make up for my long silence.
See, when some people decide to pose nude, they go the traditional route...drop trou for a magazine or a calendar. Make a sex tape.
Not me, though. No, if I was going to get undressed, I didn't want to be in a magazine hidden under someone's bed, or a tape passed around from hand to sticky hand. No, no. I wanted to be high fashion. For Marc Jacobs. And for charity. It's raising money for melanoma research, which god knows, will benefit all you tanorexics out there. I enjoy a good tan, but I was raised in Canada, where pasty whiteness is de rigueur, so I'm good either way.
It's been a good summer. Busy, though in a different way than usual. I'm used to being on constant tour, but this time I was just busy working on my record. Writing and recording. I've decided to produce this one myself, which brings up a whole new crop of challenges and difficulties. But I love it. In the same way I love getting my chest waxed...it hurts like a bitch, but the results are just so satisfying.
You know? Yeah? No? Well, fuck you, then. Really.
It's probably good I've been quiet for awhile. Because I was pissed at a couple of people for awhile. P-I-S-S to the E-D. I still am, but it's more of a quiet, seething resentment now. It's manageable. Well, except for that fucker in writeletters. I don't even know if they'll post my retort or not, but whatever. I'm sure I can quote it verbatim later if you're curious.
You don't hurt my kin. We all do a fine enough job of hurting one another that outsiders are not permitted. Ignorance is not an excuse. Stubbornness is not an excuse. It's bullshit.
Anyhoo, lots of other projects on the go, a record in the works, being a muse for those pretty fashion boys, New York beckons. I have to go now...I suddenly feel a bit of a breeze.
See, when some people decide to pose nude, they go the traditional route...drop trou for a magazine or a calendar. Make a sex tape.
Not me, though. No, if I was going to get undressed, I didn't want to be in a magazine hidden under someone's bed, or a tape passed around from hand to sticky hand. No, no. I wanted to be high fashion. For Marc Jacobs. And for charity. It's raising money for melanoma research, which god knows, will benefit all you tanorexics out there. I enjoy a good tan, but I was raised in Canada, where pasty whiteness is de rigueur, so I'm good either way.
It's been a good summer. Busy, though in a different way than usual. I'm used to being on constant tour, but this time I was just busy working on my record. Writing and recording. I've decided to produce this one myself, which brings up a whole new crop of challenges and difficulties. But I love it. In the same way I love getting my chest waxed...it hurts like a bitch, but the results are just so satisfying.
You know? Yeah? No? Well, fuck you, then. Really.
It's probably good I've been quiet for awhile. Because I was pissed at a couple of people for awhile. P-I-S-S to the E-D. I still am, but it's more of a quiet, seething resentment now. It's manageable. Well, except for that fucker in writeletters. I don't even know if they'll post my retort or not, but whatever. I'm sure I can quote it verbatim later if you're curious.
You don't hurt my kin. We all do a fine enough job of hurting one another that outsiders are not permitted. Ignorance is not an excuse. Stubbornness is not an excuse. It's bullshit.
Anyhoo, lots of other projects on the go, a record in the works, being a muse for those pretty fashion boys, New York beckons. I have to go now...I suddenly feel a bit of a breeze.