If it’s working for Sebastian Bach, I figured, maybe it could work for me.

Sebastian Bach being the heavy metal blond ultra-hottie of Skid Row fame.  Few people get my infatuation with him, since—among his self-destructive public antics—he once wore a t-shirt on stage with the slogan:   AIDS Kills Fags Dead.  Pretty outrageously offensive for sure, so why do I still dig the guy?   I’m not self-loathing, and I’m not particularly forgiving of celebrity homophobia.   For example, I wasn’t especially impressed by retractions from Shia Labeouf and Andre Agassi when each of them committed similarly hateful PR.   Call me a hypocrite, or shallow.   But to Bach’s credit, he has repeatedly apologized for having made a dumb decision—metal heads do grow up—and he’s made good by donating money to AIDS charities through his participation in Broadway Cares.

So you can now follow my hypocritical, or shallow, musings on Twitter, where it’s a race to see who can come up with the most to say.   Or, more to the point, it’s a race to see who can come up with anything worthwhile to say.   I make no promises about my own tweets.

I’m following about three dozen tweeters.   Some are related to my literary interests or the publishing biz.   Others keep me informed about my favorite not-for-profit organizations like the ACLU and Amnesty International.   I try to keep my celebrity crushes in check, but I couldn’t resist following Criss Angel, Trent Reznor and Dr. Drew plus, of course, Sebastian Bach.  Back next Wednesday with (hopefully) a more substantive post.

For now, I will leave you with some inspiring lyrics.

Tequila in his heartbeat,

His veins burned gasoline,

It kept his motor running,

But it never kept him clean.

They say he loved adventure,

“Ricky’s the wild one.”

He married trouble and had a courtship with a gun.

Bang Bang Shoot ‘em up,

The party never ends.

You can’t think of dying when the bottle’s your best friend.

~

from “18 and Life” by David Sabo and Rachel Bolan Soundworth

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