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There's too much manufacturing and not enough innovating in the meeting of music and fashion. We need a few more Lady Gagas and a few less One Directions!
That LGBTQ artists ever since Long John have rightfully taken their place at the highest end of the charts is a reflection of music's unique power to form a community of millions. Keep up the good work.
When I was five I asked for a Care Bear for Christmas. Not just any Care Bear, I wanted the one with the brooding rain cloud on its belly and slightly scornful face. The one with the mildly misanthropic stare. The one they called Grumpy Bear, but whom I felt was probably just misunderstood.
Although haunts like Blitz, Billy's, Hell and Saint Moritz might not have passed for traditional gay clubs they certainly embraced, if not driven by, gay sensibilities. This, in turn, allowed the macho boys to dress up as matinee idols and beatniks, Edwardian gentlemen and Gaucho lovers without having to worry about getting their perfectly pomaded hair messed up in a brawl.
