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Michael Jackson: Disneyfied into cockless-cuntlessness

Friday, June 26, 2009

Someone called Jonathan Margolis, who (among other things) wrote speeches for Michael Jackson, said on the radio this morning that he hoped in time people would forget about the "boring" details of MJ's life and just remember his songs.

What kind of journalist is Margolis? And doesn't he see that MJ's life of "boring" (unpalatable?) details was coded in his work and appearance? His work doesn't make much sense if you ignore the life.

Michael Jackson was a gay man. Why his libido was tragically and illegally directed only at boys on the pubertal cusp is one for highly paid psycho-babblers to guess at. If you set aside MJ's slushy cock-cunting lyrics - his performance beard, if you like - he never even pretended much to find women sexually or romantically interesting. This was obvious. Unfortunately, his vast global fan base wouldn't have been able to cope with this, his God-fearing family could never have countenanced this: MJ internalised the foreseeable rejection pre-emptively and reconfigured himself for public consumption - as a master of public image.

The result is the back catalogue to die for, a life no one but a mad man would have opted to live for. And a brood conceived in labs.

The surgically sexless chimera he became tells you of his rejection of masculinity and of cock-cuntery. The two are distinctly different things of course. But in MJ's mind they were one. As a child he was exposed to the brute cock-cunting vulgarity of his father and brothers: to be frank, they revolted him. Why this rejection embraced his colour is another question for the guessy psycho-babblers. What cannot be doubted is that in his reinvention he took the model of the cartoon - any living model scarcely matters - a cartoon fashioned for the 11-year-old put-on castrato singing voice and the gushy non-singing simpering.

This was not an image sex change as most imagine, more a compromise disneyfication of his desexualised self: this MJ neither fucked nor was fucked. He was cockless and cuntless, a monk-nun of pop. And didn't he do well!

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Among the comments to this post I especially like La Pellegrina's who writes: "He [MJ] was some sort of renaissance eunuch who desired metamorphosis, a latterday Akhenaten... " (See comments for more). Akhenaten was the "heretic" Egyptian pharaoh suspected of being a hermaphrodite or a woman posing as a man, though his most famous wife was Nefertiti.

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