Giles ,'Selfless'
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Oh good, so I am not making this memory up. Sometimes I am not sure how much of my adolescent culture memories are real and how much are what would have happened if the show in question had been enacted by characters from Dallas.
I had no idea that was Angela Bowie, or that Howard Stern was there. (I never heard of him till Fartman came along, some years later.)
Oh, that totally reminds me - you know in the movie Hair, some character asks one of the hippie guys if he's gay. He responds, "Well, if Mick Jagger were in my bed I wouldn't kick him out." In college I had a gay friend who really wanted me to be gay. So once he was asking me about if I had ever been attracted to a guy, etc. Then he refernced that Hair scene, asking me, "If David Bowier were in your bed, would you kick him out?" (He knew I was a big bowie fan.)
I had to think about that one a bit. I don't remember what conclusion I reached then. But now, if there were a young Bowie and/or Jagger in my bed, I wouldn't kick them out. But my attraction to men tends to be much more particular than my attraction to women.
Show me somebody who *would* kick a young Bowie out of their beds, and I will show you an insane-o person.
Yeah. Everyone should lust after the Bowie. Straight men. Lesbians. Everybody.
Yeah, Bowie-oost doesn't count.
I remember hearing rumors about the two of them when I was still in junior high (late '70s), and not really understanding at first how one would get sperm in one's stomach
See, I heard the stomach/sperm thing about Rod Stewart. Or maybe Richard Gere. But not Rod Stewart AND Richard Gere.
Gere was the gerbil, Stewart was the stomach pumping.
I started to crack up last night because I mentioned to my date that I'd spent the early afternoon watching the movie, prompting an angry rant from him about how he hated it. Dude, don't harsh my... well, not mellow, exactly, but appreciation of lingering sadness!
I really liked Brokeback, but I also found myself restless during the last hour. Images have stayed with me since although, like ita, I didn't tear up during the film.
I saw Casanova and Matchpoint this weekend. The first was complete and total fluff, but fun. Matchpoint I liked a lot. Wonderful performances. Everyone raves about SJ, and rightly so, but I was also impressed with Emily Mortimer in a difficult role. It's difficult to play a "regular" person and she had a wonderful understated reality to her.
I saw Transamerica yesterdayy, which was quite good, but only really sprang to life when they are with Bree's family.
But they showed trailers for Tristam Shandy which looked hilarious, and another British movie called Imagine Me and You, about a girl torn about to marry her boyfriend but finds herself attract to another woman, which also looked good. As a BTVS bonus, ASH plays the her dad.
Sodom and Gomorrah: The Movie.
Somehow, I'm betting "Oh, go ahead, rape my daughters instead" isn't in this one.