and I’m done, I’m hanging up on you.

Well, today’s the day. Tuesday, November 15, 2005 is, at least in gay world, Madonna day. Today, Madonna’s new album, Confessions on a Dancefloor drops, and to put it quite frankly, this is one queen that honestly couldn’t care less. Yes I must admit, I was privy to the pre-release version (i.e., the “Å“leaked” version). No, whether you believe me or not, I didn’t download it; someone actually gave it to me (honest to God). And yes, despite the skepticism in my voice, I did try really hard to like it. But, I just don’t. There are only so many times I could suffer through “I Love New York”. The first three songs; I admit are actually kind of awesome, nothing really special or groundbreaking, but fun to listen to and groove to in my car. As of right now, I love them. But I know that in 3 months, that I will hate them, because even “ËœHung Up’ is really starting to make my left eye twitch when she says “Å“ring, ring, ring goes the telephone”; despite the infectious beat and fabulous ABBA sample. Overall, I honestly must say I am not surprised. I guess I was not really looking forward to it, which is probably a good thing, since it leaves me without a feeling of disappointment. Sorry, but I feel like it should be said aloud; Madonna gave us exactly what we were expecting…nothing special.

I know that there is a collective “Å“gay sigh” going on out there (cue the Kathy Griffin gay sigh) at everything I am saying, but honestly, I can’t take it anymore. I don’t really care for Madonna. I have tried to like her, I really have, but I just can’t do it. I can’t make it stick. I keep fucking up the landing. I will like her for a little bit, and then it will slide away again. I will start to enjoy something that she has done, and then she will release shit like “ËœRay of Light’; which, for the record, is one of the worst songs ever recorded, written, etc. (and it won a Grammy!). So this time, I am digging in my heels, and tearing off that corner of my gay card; I am not a Madonna fan, and I don’t care who knows it. I am coming out of the closet and admitting that I don’t really care for Madonna.

With that being said, I have recently purchased GHV2 in an effort to hold on to any semblance of “Ëœlike’ that might still be lingering in a coal or two deep, deep down somewhere; but chances are, I will probably just listen to the couple of songs that I like on that disc when they come up randomly when my ipod is on shuffle. For all those of you out there that are in love and see nothing but stars (because the universe is full of stars, and nothing out there looks the same, the same), I wish you the best. I am not a bitter queen, and do not begrudge any ill will… enjoy your Madonna. In fact, I hope that it is everything you hoped it would be and more! I know what it feels like when my favorite artists totally deliver. This is just my opinion, alright? But just do me one favor; be courteous and turn it off when I get in the car, okay? Muwah!!

Songs that don’t suck (Limited Madonna Edition):
Madonna — What it Feels Like for a Girl
Madonna — Bedtime Story
Madonna — Don’t Tell Me
Madonna — Express Yourself
Madonna — Hanky Panky
Madonna — Vogue

[image from madonnalicious.com]