Its about that time of year when I long for Velvet Goldmine again. Maybe its the way autumn makes you romanticize the past. Visions of Jack Fairy and a green jewel that fell out of a satellite of gay love into Oscar Wilde's Moses basket are dancing through my head. Tonight we toast the Death of Glitter!

"You know, if you're gonna claim that you're gay you're gonna have to make love in gay style, and half of these kids just aren't gonna make it. "