10 Reasons In Favour Of Moz's Homosexuality.

[It's A House Not A Home]

Here's proof of his homosexuality:

1) He gets narked when anyone says he's gay.
2) Cage Of Marriage, Will Never Marry, (I'm) The End Of The Family Line.
3) Rumours of homosexuality, no smoke without fire.
4) He acts camp.
5) A lot of his friends are gay.
6) He has never been linked romantically with a woman a feat in itself.
7) He's secretive about his private life.
He likes kitchen-sink dramas.
9) Picadilly Palare, Swallow On My Neck, Sunny.
10)He's celibate, see Stephen Fry, Michael Stipe, James Maker.

 

[darkest staR]

He act's camp does he really?

 

[yes yes they're gladioli and what of that?]

He's got Azalea's in his shorts and what of it?

 

[Houndini]

What's Azalea?

 

[yes yes they're gladioli and what of that?]

maybe I can't spell it. sounds like Uh-zale-ee-uh, twinkle would know

 

[darkest staR]

an Azalea is a Japanese flower that growes mainly in acid soils,,,

 

[yes yes they're gladioli and what of that?]

Royalty of the Garden

We promote knowledge and appreciation of azaleas, the ''royalty of the garden''.

Flame Azalea
http://www.etsu.edu/biology/friendsofnature/images/photogallery/Nature%20photos/Flame%20azalea.jpg

 

[Butterworths Revenge]

actually it was a LILAC SPRIG he kept in his pants(see walt whitman, gay poet....)

 

[grievous angel]

don't forget about the hair brush and hotel room rumours ;-)

 

[Codreanu]

...and in Muskogee!

muskogee azalea festival

 

[Codreanu]

THESE, I, singing in spring, collect for lovers

Here, out of my pocket, some moss which I pull’d off a live-oak in Florida, as it
hung
trailing
down,
Here, some pinks and laurel leaves, and a handful of sage

 

[Trouble loves me]

"6) He has never been linked romantically with a woman a feat in itself."

Oh get your facts right dear. He's had 'encounters', shall we say, with one or two women. I'm not voting in favour of what sexuality he is now, but even if he's batting for Lancashire, nearly all gay men have a transition period. Check out those early Smiths lyrics.

 

[Butterworths Revenge]

ah, his ode to abe lincoln....when last in the dooryard bloomed...sweetness.

 

[whitman candy sampler]

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone

To a Stranger
By Walt Whitman
1819-1892
Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me
as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate,
chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours
only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you
take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or
wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

 

[Butterworths Revenge]

labial gossip of night

Whispers of Heavenly Death

By Walt Whitman

1819-1892

Whispers of heavenly death murmur'd I hear,
Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals,
Footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes wafted soft and low,
Ripples of unseen rivers, tides of a current flowing, forever flowing,
(Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human tears?)

I see, just see skyward, great cloud-masses,
Mournfully slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing,
With at times a half-dimm'd sadden'd far-off star,
Appearing and disappearing.

(Some parturition rather, some solemn immortal birth;
On the frontiers to eyes impenetrable,
Some soul is passing over.)

To a Stranger
> By Walt Whitman
> 1819-1892
> Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
> You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me
> as of a dream,)
> I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
> All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate,
> chaste, matured,
> You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
> I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours
> only nor left my body mine only,
> You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you
> take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
> I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or
> wake at night alone,
> I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
> I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

 

[Trouble loves me]

Re: Whitman's poetry

Are you trying to make me cry?

 

[Portuguese Bird]

Hair Brushs & Hotel Rooms...

What hairbrush/hotel room rumours???

 

[Billy67]

Re: Hair Brushs & Hotel Rooms...

> What hairbrush/hotel room rumours???

Supposedly he did something to a woman with a hairbrush in a hotel room according to The Sun's 'whispers' column, but he was not mentioned by name, just clues.

Bear in mind that many celebs pay people to feed the press stories about them.

 

[grievous angel]

Cheers Billy67/Butterworths..

Thanks for explaining the hair brush story Billy, i've been away from pc since i posted it ;-) (and wasn't suggesting it was true for a minute)
and thanks Butterworths for the poem you have class mate