I was reminded of Demi Lovato’s existence the other night while watching Project Runway and she was the guest judge. The designers all had to make sleepwear for Heidi’s collection, and not one of them made a fun onesie! Such a shame.
Well, Demi has popped up yet again, and this time her appearance comes with a whiff of intrigue! Page Six reports that Demi went to Disneyland with a girl, and they were spotted holding hands. Yep, holding hands. I mean, it’s clear that we should grab the ink pad and stamp this one SERIOUS RELATIONSHIP.
Demi was last rumored to be getting with an MMA fighter, but I guess that’s over? Page Six says the girl Demi was seen strolling hand-in-hand with is Lauren Abedini, a Los Angeles DJ who goes by the stage name Kittens. And they reportedly did more than just hold hands:
Demi was spotted holding hands with Abedini, as well as wrapping her arm around her, at Disneyland over the weekend, causing fans to speculate that they could be dating.
The Daily Mail has plenty of pics of Demi and her possible new piece strolling around Disneyland, if you want to play a game of are they/aren’t they.
Demi Lovato holds hands with gal pal and rides the California Screamin' roller coaster https://t.co/i8huniCF28
— Daily Mail Celebrity (@DailyMailCeleb) September 11, 2017
Apparently, Demi has played coy about her sexuality before. “Cool For The Summer” has some possible allusions to being awakened to the pleasures of carpet munching, a suggestion she deflected with open arms while talking to The Huffington Post back in 2015.
“I’m not confirming and I’m definitely not denying. All of my songs are based off of personal experiences. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with experimentation at all.”
And here is a better look at Demi and DJ Kitten, side-by-side:
— Page Six (@PageSix) September 12, 2017
I don’t think anybody is particularly scandalized by Demi’s choice of playmate, but it does beg an important question: Would you fuck your own doppelganger?!? I mean, dang sis! I know young people sometimes like to share make-up and clothes, but you and your girl look like you also shared the same womb.
Personally, I don’t think I’d like to try it at all. The thought fills me with existential dread, and I don’t think I could get out of my head long enough to enjoy it. I’d spend all my time staring at my own ass in wonder and horror. Nope! I don’t like it. Truth be told, if I met my doppelganger, I’d probably do just what Demi did: go to Disneyland and hold my own hand on a scary roller coaster.
Here’s a possibly no-longer-single Demi at a charity event in Beverly Hills over the weekend: