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I am a JC girl. But you knew that. Because I can’t stop talking about the diva hips and the fuck me hair. Not to mention the voice. And the eyes. And the arms…but I digress.
Only three weeks until Joey’s run in RENT ends. So here is a little Joey appreciation. Much is RENT related. So, if you haven’t seen the show, go. Now.
Reasons I adore Joey…
--His genuine appreciation of his fans. Just watch him outside the theater every night.
--The fact that he’s been sporting, as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jawamonkey calls it, Feria bad color #507 for the past few months and almost manages to carry it off.
--He finally put the real Bye, Bye, Bye move in for “any passing fad.” About time!
--The kid’s a damn dirty boy with fabulously naughty mouth. Ugh. Love it!
--Joey & Manley. I finally appreciate their nonsense on stage. And I look forward to it. The pokes. The giggles. The finger. All of it.
--Joey’s tears during his “eulogy” for Angel and Halloween. It’s even better when his nose gets snotty.
--Dre. I. Adore. Dre. And Dre comes with Joey. So it’s all good.
--The fact that three different people will pay $1,000 in one night to spend 10 minutes with him backstage. Yeah, yeah, yeah…it’s for charity. If you’d like to, we can pretend that’s the reason people cough over the money.
--Ever see him hold his kid?
--“To sodomy, it’s between god and me…”
--He’s fantastically close with four other wonderfully sparkly boys.
--Uh, ‘Nsync. Yeah. That’s a big one. And my final one. Which encompasses a hell of a lot of unique reasons to adore Joey.
*sigh* Can NYC keep him? We’ll take good care, I promise.
Only three weeks until Joey’s run in RENT ends. So here is a little Joey appreciation. Much is RENT related. So, if you haven’t seen the show, go. Now.
Reasons I adore Joey…
--His genuine appreciation of his fans. Just watch him outside the theater every night.
--The fact that he’s been sporting, as
jawamonkey calls it, Feria bad color #507 for the past few months and almost manages to carry it off.--He finally put the real Bye, Bye, Bye move in for “any passing fad.” About time!
--The kid’s a damn dirty boy with fabulously naughty mouth. Ugh. Love it!
--Joey & Manley. I finally appreciate their nonsense on stage. And I look forward to it. The pokes. The giggles. The finger. All of it.
--Joey’s tears during his “eulogy” for Angel and Halloween. It’s even better when his nose gets snotty.
--Dre. I. Adore. Dre. And Dre comes with Joey. So it’s all good.
--The fact that three different people will pay $1,000 in one night to spend 10 minutes with him backstage. Yeah, yeah, yeah…it’s for charity. If you’d like to, we can pretend that’s the reason people cough over the money.
--Ever see him hold his kid?
--“To sodomy, it’s between god and me…”
--He’s fantastically close with four other wonderfully sparkly boys.
--Uh, ‘Nsync. Yeah. That’s a big one. And my final one. Which encompasses a hell of a lot of unique reasons to adore Joey.
*sigh* Can NYC keep him? We’ll take good care, I promise.
