Yoko's pandering to gays now is creepy but you can understand why...they gush over her. She finds this flattering. She doesn't notice that a little too often, gay men engage in a lot of behind-the-back snickering and clawing at their icons...loving an Ethel Merman (to mention another LOUD singer) but also laughing at her. Same with Carol Channing. Joan Crawford. Bette Davis. Liza with an M.
What makes this gay-o stuff a little creepier is that it seems part of Ono's pathology...that she has always had an emasculating tendency and a feminist agenda lurking...that she prefers homosexuals around her or men who are rendered passive to her. Early warning signs? How about the psycho cover photo in Rolling Stone of a naked John in a monkey-clutch that isn't impressing a dressed and bored Ms. Ono? And wasn't it a tad Freudian to title a posthumous album of John's outtakes after "Menlove" avenue? Remember Sean's early stage appearances wearing a skirt?
While some "fans" were paranoid about Yoko breaking up the Beatles, and some "critics" questioned her artistry...there have always been others just a tad uneasy with her women's lib stance and how she gradually seemed to turn John from confident leader of The Beatles to a dependent "house husband." At first it seemed he wanted Yoko at Beatles recording sessions, and by his side as he shouted political rhetoric. But soon it did seem like maybe he didn't have the confidence anymore to man-up on his own.
Something a little creepy about the endless "OH YOKO" songs...especially the later ones, after he came back from his "Lost Weekend," humbled after running away from home. Like the bad boy who pretends he doesn't need his mother, John suddenly stood up and offered bravado (including the song "Move Over Ms. L"). Yoko, wise beyond her years, let him go to California to put a Kotex on his head. She let him have a chosen mistress who would be just a little too passive, too much a fan. The gay man always has the strong dominant mother. That wasn't May Pang. But it was Yoko. What did John always call her? MOTHER.
Soon enough John was back home, RETIRED to being a house-husband. Yoko did the work. He baked the bread. Total role reversal. Very gay.
Finally John came back to music, but not to make a solo album. Yoko would take half the album, which would seem romantic, but not when the love songs were more like anthems of worship to Yoko, and the ballads including "Darling Boy," and the album didn't rock out as much as "step out" like choreographed Broadway shows. Not when John made so many flamboyant and silly moves in those home-movie rock videos. Not when he kept singing in falsetto.
For a while the nefarious fruit-cakery of Yoko seeming to chop at anything masculine, was balanced by Yoko herself appearing nude so often. She also presented herself as this shy, giggling little thing involved in kindergarten art projects and other naive cuteness. Her poetry was small. A few lines. A little book. Very adorable. She had largely abandoned the strident feminism of the mid 70's when she was singing 'no more masturbation for men!' And post 1980, she joined us all in paying constant tribute to John, which also took some of the edge off.
But wanting to put men into embarrassing clothing (and somehow say that a few of the ideas were John's???)
Fine, the gays want to giggle and smirk and pretend they like screams mated with disco music...these are the same people who have a taste for hairy male asshole. They want to wear silly outfits like man bras and butt cleavage pants because they don't want actual dresses in their closets...sure. Whatever. But I doubt it. Yoko's items are EXPENSIVE.
You really think Yoko is breaking even with this crap?
Some silly cunt named HALEH insists SHE invented putting hand-symbols on clothing and has filed a lawsuit. She can't possibly want a share of the profits. WHAT profits?? No, she figures Yoko is rich, so somehow she can get a huge settlement. She probably figured Yoko would offer her hush money. HAH. YOKO? Screamin' YOKO? HUSH money to make the lawsuit go away? NO NO NO NO NO!
Yoko's not settling with this bitch. Of course not. In court the other day, Yoko's lawyer said that hand prints on garments is hardly an original idea.
Yoko's always been hated by women. That's why she hasn't designed the "Grapefruit Bra" with yellow cups, or attempted to sell a dress that has scissor cuts in it, or a combo dress-hoodie that is actually just a giant burlap bag, or a special anti-rape chastity girdle that, if a guy tries to remove it, triggers an alarm that sounds exactly like (yes, you got it) Yoko screaming WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY.
So instead Yoko has become the oldest celebrity fag hag...with Liza a distant second, and ageless plastic surgery fave Cher third. From there, you've got Madonna, who isn't quite old enough to be a "hag" yet, but it won't be long. Madonna wouldn't ever wear a garment with a hand on the crotch. She's had entire hands IN her crotch.
Sorry HALEH, you are not going to win this one. And let's remember the title of this entry. The gay gay GAY Mr. Michael Jackson was putting a glove on his crotch long before either you or Yoko got artsy fartsy with it.
Imagine there's no fashion...no vacuous pompous ridiculous morons trying to make up for their ugliness and their mindlessness by parading around in garish and silly outfits that scream "I have money to waste."
You may think I'm a dreamer...but I'm not the only one who buys off the rack. I even buy at thrift shops. But I draw the line at boot sales. Not even for shoes.
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