What's Up With My Boy?

Somebody asked me today; "What's up with your boy?"

This could be anybody. I have many "boys" in my life. My husband? Nobody refers to him as "my boy". I certainly haven't since the day we had a joint bank account and matching Costco cards.

Aaron Rodgers? But he did great. And I don't consider him "my boy" yet. He has to earn that. Clearly he's on the road to "my boy" status, but with the Cowboys loss still so raw, he ain't "my boy".

Brett Favre? He was "my boy" and everybody knew it. He was "my boy" in EVERY sense of the word. Ok. well, not every sense of the word, but close enough. And surely if it is real in my imagination, its real enough? Like an ex-boyfriend who gets fat and rejected by everybody he hits on, this week I deny that Brett is "my boy". Shoulda stayed on the farm.

So what's up with my boy? OH, THAT BOY! George Michael. Now HE is my boy! What? He got arrested in a mens room? Again? Hey, fuck you, its the FIRST time this year, back off. And what's up with my boy? He's a pop star! He's a gay pop star! He is absolutely expected to get arrested in mens rooms. And if he doesn't have any crack on him at the time, then I sure as shit want to know why.

What? You're appalled? Listen, I want my pre-K teachers to be crack free and spend as little time as humanly possible trying to get "intimate" in a park restroom. But my 80's icons? Go crazy! Have unprotected sex while high on crack cocaine til the cows come home. Please. As Bill Hicks once commented on a presidential nod to The New Kids on The Block "Hey Government approved rock and roll, we're partying now!"

When I saw George Michael in Dallas he was amazing and the crowd just lapped it up. I have never been at a concert with more atmosphere before in my life. And feeding off that love, at one point right in the moment he said "Do you forgive me?". Huh? For what? Maybe its me, but I have never ever felt that he is somebody who needs forgiveness from me or anybody else. Even Kenny, his main squeeze who tolerates all this stuff ,doesn't have that power. He is who he is, and everybody loves him just the same.

So in answer to your question "what's up with your boy?", nothing. Absolutely nothing. He is perfection on a stick. Well, on crack and on a stick.