SimonaWing

Listen, you mooks. My love for John Wilson is beautiful and holy. Never mind what American critics think. John may be English, but he's not sexless. Did you see that brazen shimmy of his in the Gypsy Overture? Here's the thing. John puts all his erotic feeling into his music and all his virile sexual urges into his Orchestra—and I don't mean so much the human element of an orchestra as much as his IDEAL of an Orchestra—and I find this tremendously weird in this day and age, and I find it also tremendously arousing. Go figure. Sexually, I'm from San Francisco. Oh, and I've done porn. (Check the banner of my front page why don't you.) The white tie and tails, when he wears them, certainly help my fetish fantasies. Also I'm a bit of a geek chaser anyway, ever have been since I was six. So the glasses don't hurt either. But there's much more to my lust for him than that. [more later, listening to the Beatles/Stones/Kinks/Who now; meanwhile, here are some of John's appearances