I'm a rocket man!

Well, the bug that has plagued me over the course of last week has left the building, albeit violently, like an evicted Chonga. Unfortunately, my illness has not left me with some abstract thoughts; I have not been enlightened by an untimely demise, even though that's what it felt like. I feel like death with a cold; people with shistosomiasis are probably scraping their jaws off the floor at what such a big pussy I am. But I digress.

So yeah, I'm not feeling thoughtful. In the previous entry (or lack thereof), I said I would be talking about masturbation, but then thought of something so much cooler.

Gay rock stars.

When you think of a gay guy, you generally don't imagine a nearly bald, clad-in-leather, motorcycle-riding, brute (well, maybe you do if you're thinking of lesbians). Not to stereotype, but that's not the first thing you think when it comes to fudge packers (Heh, sorry, I may not be feeling insightful, but I sure am being insensitive). But that's the admirable thing. In spite of preconceptions, these badasses: Rob Halford, Freddie Mercury, Elton John and those guys from Warrant have managed to overcome that stigma and still kick some ass.

Which makes me wonder, would a fan of the music who is against homosexuality (Don't know why, to be honest), start "disliking" some facet of the person or the band or whatever on the basis that that facet is gay? Would that be, well, I don't know, extremely fucking retarded?

To give my point a semblance of legitimacy, I suppose I better quote some famous guy from history. MLK said so many years ago at some important rally or something. "Judge the content of blahblahblah." That last part he said wasn't important, right? Pass judgment on the book you're reading, not the horribly malformed hunchback slave that's holding it up to you.

PS. Please don't take offense at my racial or gay remarks. I am only joking. And if you do get offended, kindly stick your head in a beehive.

PPS. I fucking hate Warrant.