mike nesmith was literally born to be an old queen bitching about in his 50s and 60s but unfortunately he grew up in the american south in the middle of the 20th century and then had all his disorders and insecurities exacerbated by stardom in his early 20s and it made him a freak but not in the fun way and so his true colours only occasionally shone ie with elephant parts and cruising and princess gwen and some of the gayass things he was saying on the monkees and in head. but despite all that he stayed repressed and alas the only label one can ascribe to him is straight diva. but that is not his true nature. mike nesmith is a faggot
can’t believe tiktok is actually getting banned, twitter is infested with bots and brainworm-infested musk bots, facebook is king of QAnon, instagram caught the plague from facebook and is dying a slow death in real time… and as the dust settles… only Miss Tumblr is left standing… failing upwards once again
“Don’t wait until the last minute to do your assignments!”
listen. I don’t. But I am always trapped in a vicious cycle.
And the only thing that breaks this cycle is the dread of an imminent deadline
i’ve probably posted this before but i think the best way to make a monkees biopic is impossible bc it would’ve had to have been made circa 2008, and it would’ve been in a mockumentary format where you had the actual monkees talking about themselves but everything they’re saying is lies. and then over that dialogue you have dramatizations of the lies with actors playing the monkees in their prime
Brian and Roger without fail every time they imitate or paraphrase Freddie:
i wonder if beatlemania people talked abt the beatles the same way people nowadays do. like was there a 15 year old girl in her bedroom in 1964 staring at a poster of paul mccartney saying “hes so cute i need to put him in a blender on high speed” while her friend nods excitedly
you can tell paul had it from the very beginning. he was on the ed sullivan show about to perform in front of millions of americans for the first time. the others still seemed reserved but paul mccartney came out fucking bouncing bobbing his jelly round head long anime girl legs giving disney knees before either of those concepts were a thing singing oh yeah i'll tell you something. and he did. without care. through grainy static filled screens he captured the souls of thousands of women so fast that 60 years later i am typing this on tumblr. just raw star power.
Hey, whoever made the video for The Night Comes Down…stop with the AI. No one likes it. It’s theft and it’s terrible for the environment. FANS DO NOT WANT THAT. READ THAT AGAIN. It is THEFT. I know y’all worked hard to make this album great, don’t ruin it right now