Years ago I read The. Best. Trash. Novel. Ever: Angel Dust, by Lindsay Maracotta who went on to pen a heap of chick-lit mysteries centering around Hollywood and has always been an idol of mine. The tagline to Angel Dust was awesome:
Their dreams were as fleeting and shifting as ANGEL DUST
The book, published in 1976 or so–I found it on a grocery story rack and begged my mom for it–was a roman-à-clef about rock n roll, with a Linda Eastman-esque character as the protagonist. It was full of lurid exposés about the Beatles break-up, Jimi Hendrix, the Stones, drug use, and was loaded with sex, including an encounter between an obvious Mick Jagger type and a beautiful thin glitter rocker, which so freaked out the Jagger character’s girl friend that she jumped out a window and went running through the woods. (Or she died, I forget since it’s been a few decades since I read it, though I recently scored a copy online and look forward to diving into it once I’m done with two tomes on neuroscience and some Ross MacDonald mysteries).
Despite the poor copy-editing (“Tanaka,” the Yoko One character’s name changes mid-page to Mona!), the book was a bible to me. So this is rock and roll, I thought (Later I read that Maracotta had worked briefly for John Lennon, so this bible did have some truth to it.)
Now a new book, Mick: The Wild Life and Mad Genius of Jagger has substantiated the long circulating rumors about about Bowie and Jagger, and it’s important to realize the scope of human sexuality.
When Bowie and Elton John came out as bisexual it was a really big deal. Elton has firmly cemented his orientation, while Bowie’s sexuality remains more fluid.
Kids need role models, not just celebrities, but librarians, mechanics, everyday people who live life. In an ideal world, sexuality should be unremarkable. But because there are still nasty, hateful people, bent on foisting their repressive, hurtful, unjustified views. Jesus never mentioned homosexuality yea or may, and he completely overruled the Old Testament, thus allowing Christians to get tattooed, wear blended fabrics–the tragic side effect being the leisure suit–and eat bacon).