You see, I've always had a weakness for pretty boys.

Things got worse when I saw Velvet Goldmine last night. Sensing something, I decided to tape it just in case, and I think I made myself a huge favor, because I ended up being high. I could see pretty boys with makeup, outrageous clothes and platform shoes, with pouty lips and a gaze to die for. See wigs! See Faux!Bowie! See Faux!IggyPop! See the glitter! See the blue hair! It was a slash fantasy come true.

::sigh::

Oh, and it had Ewan McGregor being a raw sexual beast, so life doesn't get much better than that. He rendered me speechless with his first scene. I was positively gaping. And maybe drooling.

Predictably, I'm on glam overdrive today. So let me bask in the glow of my chiffon and taffeta.