Tribute to George Michael

I’ve never been an MTV boy, and during the 90s I was just a kid too  young and innocent to get into pop songs meant for teenagers. I’ve never  known all that crap about George Michael being the idol of young girls  when being part of the Wham! and then getting caught having (very unhygienic) sex in a public restroom.

For me, George Michael just didn’t exist. It was totally out of my tastes.

Then I grew up a bit, I reached puberty, I found myself having a  guilty pleasure in touching my resized dick, and I overall hated that  unproportioned hairy body. I was just refusing the end of infancy and  innocence. 

Then, this music video was played on a boring Sunday afternoon, and I felt so assaulted.

That mature man was saying to me that he would have gladly been my  inspirational brother (sister), the willing image of the sexual  fantasies of one of the first specimens of digital natives. People who  would have faced the world of sex through the monitor of the PC,  developed a totally different culture more open to the various kinks and  roleplays, the freeek culture, and maybe discovered, years in advance compared to the previous generation, that being attracted to the same sex was natural.

I pay respect to a man who embraced the damage of reputation came  from the scandals and wanted to become one of the symbols of a new  sexual revolution. Yep, he had to smooth the edges and fill his videos  with dancing girls in costume to confuse homophobes. But the subtext was  clear for everyone who wanted to read it.

He died two years ago, on Christmas Day from heart failure, and  everyone said that it was a consequence of his vicious gay life (drugs,  alcohol, and sex on the bottom side) because judgmental people can’t  tolerate people saying to other people to be just themselves. That’s  syllogystic.

Indeed, five months later, it was reported that the heart attack came  from a genetic defect, but nobody apologized for that.  Very unfair.

But  I want to remember that artist like he had been, one of the  figures that I hated in my adolescence because his aesthetics and his  groove remembered me that there was something about me I couldn’t  ignore.

Good Christmas!