Rufus Wainwright really was dreamy. His voice is so clear, and he’s just so darn campy on top of that purity that he makes you want to both pat his head with one hand and buy him gold-tipped cigarettes with the other. You should have seen his PANTS! Christmassey striped and tight as heck, topped by a black leather jacket. He said he was Elvis on top, Liberace (Libby) on the bottom.
And dude. I don’t have his new album, but he sang a song off it, get this:
He and I were meant to be.
He liked my sweater, by the way. Of course, it was hard to hear him say it, since he was on stage, and I was sitting with the sisters in the back, but I know that’s what he said. Yeah. Darling boy…..
Bethany’s back! Wheee!
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