Reblogging this oldie from August 2013, as I see the Trickster’s Bug is finally catching, and don’t you just love it when the very people who decried you in public and condemened you as sacrilegious to their precious traditions and elders, now start imitating you and would have their fans believe crushed velvet constitutes doing what you want and how you want. No you know you don’t. You know that someone needs only offer you the sugared carrot you’re after and you’ll be running back in no time, giving a thousand and one excuses in between dribbles. Methinks it takes more than a fashion crime to draw attention to yourself as the first to incite a riot. Everything you do and say is to elicit your adoring fans’ accolades. You think yourself strong but you’re sycophant junkie and growing insecure with age. They’re your drug and if you were to be stripped of their attention there would be nothing left of you, not even the bare bones and you know it. Without them, you wouldn’t even have enough substance to exist. We would have more respect for you if you kept yourself true to your nature instead of pretending to be something you’re not.