So I saw Marylin Manson on TV last night at some red carpet-charity event- publicity moment- type affair. Aside from my surprise that that talentless peice of shit is still considered newsworthy enough in 2006 to attend an event designed to allow famous people to have thier pictures taken, one other thing caught my eye...
As is usually the case, Manson was extravigantly made up for the event. He had on some type of futuristic black suit which came up to his chin. Above that, the "singer", had white makeup covering his face and hands and purple lipstick smeared, not so much on his lips, but rather, all around his mouth. Despite the obviously crude nature of the performer's makeup job, I was struck by the time it must have taken to apply all that gastly Maybeline. (And not for a concert mind you. For a red-carpet photo event, like on a 105 degree Sunday afternoon in Hollywood, surrounded by TV producers, daytime television actors, and thier children.)
So what I was wondering was... Does he put that makeup on all over his body, or does he have a cute little makeup tan-line? Is he so commited to his tired out zombie-alien routine that he has a white cock and a white ass as well, or is he pretty much up-front and comfortable with the fact that he is playing a character? A character perhaps a little out of place on Entertainment Tonight next to David Hasslehoff and Cathy Lee Gifford. I would bet this situation would be a tad awkward: You're Marylin Manson, and you're returning to your mansion in the hills above Malibu after attending a movie premiere. You're with an eager 19-year old fan who idolises you (who you plan on feeding cocaine and fucking relentlessly before abruptly leaving the room only to have your assistant call a taxi and swiftly hustle out the back door with an autographed photo in hand) see you in all your pitifull normalness, with makeup ending abruptly at the base of your neck, only to reveal below the only slightly less white, but hairy, doughy, sweaty torso you have sought so long to hide beneath costumes, and girdles.
Imagine: The fleeting look of dissapointment and embarasment in the young lady's eyes when your white facepaint smears her neck, legs, and clothes. The indignity of having to decide whether or not to shower and remove the makeup like a clown after a performance, or to try and remain clothed while sodomizing her so as to avoid the subject entirely.
Manson probably has to think about this type of shit every day.
As is usually the case, Manson was extravigantly made up for the event. He had on some type of futuristic black suit which came up to his chin. Above that, the "singer", had white makeup covering his face and hands and purple lipstick smeared, not so much on his lips, but rather, all around his mouth. Despite the obviously crude nature of the performer's makeup job, I was struck by the time it must have taken to apply all that gastly Maybeline. (And not for a concert mind you. For a red-carpet photo event, like on a 105 degree Sunday afternoon in Hollywood, surrounded by TV producers, daytime television actors, and thier children.)
So what I was wondering was... Does he put that makeup on all over his body, or does he have a cute little makeup tan-line? Is he so commited to his tired out zombie-alien routine that he has a white cock and a white ass as well, or is he pretty much up-front and comfortable with the fact that he is playing a character? A character perhaps a little out of place on Entertainment Tonight next to David Hasslehoff and Cathy Lee Gifford. I would bet this situation would be a tad awkward: You're Marylin Manson, and you're returning to your mansion in the hills above Malibu after attending a movie premiere. You're with an eager 19-year old fan who idolises you (who you plan on feeding cocaine and fucking relentlessly before abruptly leaving the room only to have your assistant call a taxi and swiftly hustle out the back door with an autographed photo in hand) see you in all your pitifull normalness, with makeup ending abruptly at the base of your neck, only to reveal below the only slightly less white, but hairy, doughy, sweaty torso you have sought so long to hide beneath costumes, and girdles.
Imagine: The fleeting look of dissapointment and embarasment in the young lady's eyes when your white facepaint smears her neck, legs, and clothes. The indignity of having to decide whether or not to shower and remove the makeup like a clown after a performance, or to try and remain clothed while sodomizing her so as to avoid the subject entirely.
Manson probably has to think about this type of shit every day.