Friday, June 26, 2009

Michael Jackson: Disneyfied into cockless-cuntlessness

Someone called Jonathan Margolis, who (among other things) wrote speeches for Michael Jackson, said on the radio this morning that he hoped in time people would forget about the "boring" details of MJ's life and just remember his songs.

What kind of journalist is Margolis? And doesn't he see that MJ's life of "boring" (unpalatable?) details was coded in his work and appearance? His work doesn't make much sense if you ignore the life.

Michael Jackson was a gay man. Why his libido was tragically and illegally directed only at boys on the pubertal cusp is one for highly paid psycho-babblers to guess at. If you set aside MJ's slushy cock-cunting lyrics - his performance beard, if you like - he never even pretended much to find women sexually or romantically interesting. This was obvious. Unfortunately, his vast global fan base wouldn't have been able to cope with this, his God-fearing family could never have countenanced this: MJ internalised the foreseeable rejection pre-emptively and reconfigured himself for public consumption - as a master of public image.

The result is the back catalogue to die for, a life no one but a mad man would have opted to live for. And a brood conceived in labs.

The surgically sexless chimera he became tells you of his rejection of masculinity and of cock-cuntery. The two are distinctly different things of course. But in MJ's mind they were one. As a child he was exposed to the brute cock-cunting vulgarity of his father and brothers: to be frank, they revolted him. Why this rejection embraced his colour is another question for the guessy psycho-babblers. What cannot be doubted is that in his reinvention he took the model of the cartoon - any living model scarcely matters - a cartoon fashioned for the 11-year-old put-on castrato singing voice and the gushy non-singing simpering.

This was not an image sex change as most imagine, more a compromise disneyfication of his desexualised self: this MJ neither fucked nor was fucked. He was cockless and cuntless, a monk-nun of pop. And didn't he do well!

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Among the comments to this post I especially like La Pellegrina's who writes: "He [MJ] was some sort of renaissance eunuch who desired metamorphosis, a latterday Akhenaten... " (See comments for more). Akhenaten was the "heretic" Egyptian pharaoh suspected of being a hermaphrodite or a woman posing as a man, though his most famous wife was Nefertiti.

23 comments:

Anonymous said...

Stalin would have loved your revisionist tendencies.

Anonymous said...

Michael wasn't gay u fucking freak

Duralex said...

<< Michael Jackson was a gay man. Why his libido was tragically and illegally directed only at boys on the pubertal cusp is one for highly paid psycho-babblers to guess at. >>

Aw. And of course you're one of those psycho-babblers, except that your're not highly paid, unfortunately. Interesting views on the MJ character, though. :-)

Madame Arcati said...

No, I'm a psyche-babbler for which I take no payment.

Anonymous said...

I think this is the nearest yet we've got to a personal memoir by MA

Anonymous said...

And his religious maniac brother, after a lifetime of insult, is going to force a Muslim funeral on the poor sod. The ultimate lie and indignity.

Madame Arcati said...

Oh dear. More virgins to gambol with.

Anonymous said...

A refreshing contrast to the stuck needle shit in the papers.

Duralex said...

<< Oh dear. More virgins to gambol with. >>

But sadly not the gender he (allegedly) had a thing for. Posthumous sadicism from his brother? ;-)

Maxim de Winter said...

One of the weirdest things I have ever seen in my life was Jackson and Lisa Marie Presley's post-wedding joint interview on Sally Jessye Raphael's show. They looked like two people who had been stuck together in an elevator for a few hours and had run out of things to say to each other. If I ever believed Jackson was interested in women, that was the turning point...

Green Goddess said...

MA
I love you more than ever today. You say it like it fucking is, no mealy BBC mincemeat wordsmithery here.
You crazy lunatic (wo)man
XX

Anonymous said...

Succinct and brilliantly on the money Madame.

Anonymous said...

I hope gay people will now help Michael to come out. He was too embarrassed to do it for himself in his lifetime.

pellegrina4 said...

Well put. He was some sort of renaissance eunuch who desired metamorphosis, a latterday Akhenaten. Whatever lay behind his strange and illegal predilections, it was clear adult male sexuality terrified him. Yet, my memory of him will forever be the high-kicking Quincy Jones produced joy that is 'Off the Wall'.

Madame Arcati said...

Thank you La Pellegrina and Green Goddess.

Anonymous said...

Madame, this is superb stuff. It rings true, it makes more sense than all this cliched crap about Michael wanting to be a woman.

veritas said...

psychic babble and very good. Yes give pellegrina4 a Gold Star for one paragraph that neatly sums up the phenomena known as Jacko.

There is something oddly asexual in all his songs that despite his wondrous delivery and voice, really don't sound like they are about man or woman.Or child for that matter.

Clearly a man not comfortable in his own skin and was fortunately wealthy enough to sculpt a new one. A work of art in progress that was descending into living kitsch but the bell sounded before he could finish.

I'd do the same myself if I were he except marry Lisa Presley. One PR stunt too many.

DRF said...

I don't think his songs are asexual. Many of the later ones seem to be coded confessions. Didn't he do one In The Closet? His whole act, I think, came to embody an intense yearning to be cherished and deeply fucked. Was sexual passivity ever more vocal?

Duncan Fallowell

Madame Arcati said...

Dear Duncan, still trying to get a copy of your 20th Century Characters for your Jacko piece. I recall how astute you were.

I don't think his songs were asexual, either. Like many singers he masked his true romantic interests in conventional garb. His later stuff may be coded confessions. But his persona was asexual - as a refuge from the feared consequences of being himself. I'm not at all sure he wanted to be deeply fucked.

I can recall reading Jordy Chandler's court deposition: he described how MJ would blow him and eat his cum. In the sense that he wished to ingest "masculinity", this is the nearest to being "deeply fucked" I guess. But he might have needed yet more pain killers after a bout of penetrative loving. I'm not sure he wanted that level of sexual or emotional engagement. A gobble with a boy-man was as much as he could deal with. Of course he should have gone to jail: Genet would have had a field day with the consequences. Might have been the making of MJ.

Love as ever MA x

Cruella de JanuaryWinter2 said...

oh!

veritas said...

perhaps DRF is on to something. In the end, everything is much more normal than we imagine as no-one really wanted to accept that Jackson was just an old queen with grey thinning hair and serious health problems.

I'm not sure why MA dislikes Geller -a self admitted hustler.I met him with my ex-(who once graced the front page of WWD ) He asked her predictions about his friend Jackson which got her to thinking and she wrote a piece for that estemmed publication, The National Enquirer that week predicting that within a year cataclysmic events would engulf Michael that would completely change the world's view of him.

10 months later the Chandler case emerged which if anyone can recall, was as big a news tale as MJ's death. A fortnight ago she saw Jackson on a tv news piece and exclaimed 'oh his aura!, he's not long for this existence".

With the announcement of those 10 concerts we have been watching the acceleration of a slow suicide.

Madame Arcati said...

I guess it's Geller's hustler nature I don't care for. He was just one of many crawlers around MJ basking in his limelight. And his ghastly remarks at the news of MJ's death made me squirm - all that making out he was seeing MJ until quite recently. The truth is probably closer to the odd phone call every other year with MJ saying "OK Uri, I'll get back to you! Mwah!"

Mellie said...

My Dear Madame, a joy as always, if only for your bloody honesty

x