The Music (via Queerty) reported on this lovely new mural of the late, great George Michael. It’s by Australian artist Scott Marsh and depicts George with a saintly halo, wearing white and rainbow-hued clerical garb, and bearing weed and poppers. I’m pretty sure this beautiful and holy vision has been experienced by many a Provincetown or Fire Island summer partier after partaking too freely of… what have you.
It’s George Michael as “patron saint of the gays!” (An equally dead Bea Arthur would like a word, Scott.) Scott explained his work, which he had permission to paint from the building’s owners who were friends with George.
They were telling me stories about him and their times with him in Sydney and he sounded like a pretty incredible person, so I just sat down with them and threw some ideas around. The idea we stuck with was him as the patron saint of the gays. They love it.”
Important detail: Since patron saints tend to cradle some sort of magical talisman, Marsh thought it wise to paint a joint and big bottle of amyl into Michael’s paws.
“[His friends] were like, ‘I don’t think we ever saw him without a joint in his hand,” he says, “‘and put amyl in his other hand,’ and I just thought, that’s too funny.”
This seems like the sort of thing George would have loved.
While George Michael is up in Heaven waiting for the angels to finish making him a sexy white leather biker jacket with holes cut in the back for his wings, his long-term boyfriend Fadi Fawaz is filling us in on some of the details of his death on Sunday.
Holiday Programming Note & Open Post: Hosted By David Bowie Grooving Along To George Michael Singing Queen
In case you couldn’t tell from everyone adult wrapping themselves while waiting for 2016 to finally end, it’s the final days of the year. So because it’s that time period between Christmas and New Year’s when many people get drunk at noon while watching the Snapped marathon on Oxygen, we’re going into holiday mode at Dlisted. I’ve gone on vacation with my family, which is sort of like hanging out with them at home. But instead of fighting in my mom’s living room, we fight at a restaurant and make all the other tourists uncomfortable. ‘Tis the season to make strangers nervously push their rice around while trying to drown out the sound of you and your sister fighting about Westworld theories.
Things will be a little lighter around here this week, but our resident guest providers of foolery, Ben and Krista, are coming in to help Allison and me out. They’ll be posting all this week and J. Harvey will cover Saturday. Everything will be back to normal on January 3rd. Although is it ever normal around here?
Yesterday, when I posted the soul-hurting news about George Michael’s death, I posted his performance of Somebody To Love at the Freddie Mercury tribute concert. So I leave you with this video from 1992 of George Michael singing the fuck out of Somebody To Love in rehearsal as David Bowie and Seal dance along. (Or as Sarah Michelle Gellar sees it, Boy George rehearsing as David Byrne and Terence Trent D’Arby dance along.)
“So about you trying to show me up at my own damn tribute concert….” is probably the first thing that Freddie Mercury said to George Michael in heaven.
And also leave it to 2016 to turn Last Christmas into the saddest Christmas song ever…
Well, the angels are lucky today, at least, because they’re getting a live mash-up performance of I Want Your Sex And Modern Love In A Little Red Corvette from George Michael, David Bowie and Prince. As you know, because your soul has probably already been knocked on its bare ass from the news, the iconic George Michael (born name: Georgios Kyriacos Panayiotou) died of heart on Christmas Day at his home in England. His manager says he died of heart failure. He was only 53. George Michael’s publicist gave this statement to Entertainment Weekly:
“It is with great sadness that we can confirm our beloved son, brother and friend George passed away peacefully at home over the Christmas period. The family would ask that their privacy be respected at this difficult and emotional time. There will be no further comment at this stage.”
The BBC says that at around 1:42pm, the police answered a call at George Michael’s home in Goring in Oxfordshire. The police called his death “unexplained” but said there were no suspicious circumstances. George Michael’s rep also tells TMZ that he had not been sick recently.
The last time I wrote about George Michael was in 2014 when he fell in his home. And in 2011, that terrible shit head pneumonia nearly took him. George Michael also struggled with addiction and had a few dramatic situations involving cars.
This one really hurts, because like many of us, I grew up with Wham! and George Michael songs and many of them were the soundtrack to moments in my life. I mean, who didn’t recreate the Freedom video with help from their friends and a camcorder in 1990?
And I’d like to think that as George Michael strutted through the gates of heaven in dark glasses and a leather jacket Jesus threw him a side-eye that said, “Really, snatching the spotlight on my birthday?”
Rest in peace, George Michael.
Woe Is George Michael: Part 5,89,897.
Just in the past three years, George Michael has fallen out of a moving Range Rover and has been laid up in the hospital for months with pneumonia (or PAMONAS as my cousin still calls it). Bitch has been through IT and he went through it again last Thursday when two ambulances were called to his house in North London and spent a total of 4 hours treating him. Well, they probably spent an hour treating him and another three hours staring at his glorious hair yarmulke. After they treated him, they put him in an ambulance and shuffled him off to the hospital. The Daily Mail says that George fell in his house and a friend called for an ambulance. George’s spokeswhore wouldn’t say exactly what down, but said that he’s out of the hospital:
“In response to newspaper reports today, we can confirm George was admitted to hospital on May 22. He was discharged last weekend and is well and resting. He is very much looking forward to the release of his new single in July. Given the personal nature of this matter there will be no further comment.”
George Michael once said that he used to suck down 25 blunts a day, so of course some whores are saying he overdosed on marijuana. Overdosed on marijuana. Bitch, please. The closest I’ve ever gotten to “overdosing” on marijuana is the time I smoked so much that it messed with my senses and by that I mean I laughed while watching Jack and Jill on Starz.
George Michael gets into a car and he falls out of it. George Michael walks in his house and he falls down. Something’s going on and I’m not going to speculate (HAHAHA!), but I am going to say that he should always wear a suit made of bubble wrap and his assistants should follow him around while carrying mattresses just in case he falls. Because bitch is delicate.
Or maybe it’s really nothing and George Michael just prolapsed while hooking up with a Scruff trick. It happens to the best of us.
Kyle Richards was thisclose to quitting The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills (yeah, like that bitch would really quit a show that puts her face on TV screens every week) when Brandi Glanville and Lisa Vanderpump told her during filming last month that there’s rumors that her hot husband Mauricio Umansky has a wandering dick. And now a transsexual hooker who goes by the name of Mistress Terri tells Star Magazine (via DM) that she had a threesome with Mauricio and a lady hooker named Mistress Carmen. I can skip lunch today, because the image of a naked Mauricio getting it on with two hookers is the only nourishment I need today.
Mistress Terri, who supposedly boned Wendy Williams’ husband too, is currently whoring out a book about her days as a high-end ass peddler and she tells Star that she had a few fancy clients including Mauricio. Mistress Terri says that she and her business partner Mistress Carmen operated their fuck time business out of their apartment in Los Feliz. Mistress Carmen would usually pick up the john at a hotel and after she brought him back to their apartment, she’d ask the dude if he’d like to up the peen count in the room by bringing in her transsexual friend. Mistress Carmen says that Mauricio said yes to that option. 50-year-old Mistress Carmen said:
“We had many high-end clients between 2003 and 2005, Mauricio being one of them. Mauricio went for the threesome option and asked [us] to dress up as police officers.”
So THAT’S why Faye Resnick (no offense to high-end transsexual hookers) is always around….
Mauricio called Mistress Carmen’s claims “ridiculous” and “false.”
Mauricio and Kyle are always going around like they’re the only citizens of PerfectCoupleVille and nothing can ruin their love, BLAH BLAH BLAH. Sometimes when a couple acts that barfy in public, they’re hiding something (like marks on his back from where he was slapped with a baton by a transsexual hooker dressed like a cop). There could be some truth to this, but I won’t believe it until I see Polaroids, an HD video and the ball gag they shoved into Mauricio’s mouth.