I'm not a blues or soul fan generally. But I love to sing her music. Passionately, as if I in my pampered middle class audacity somehow can feel bluesy when I try to sing in her smoldering voice. My daughters love to sing her too. I would agree that she is realistically beautiful. No spiky bones would be felt if you hugged her, which is a major qualification of female beauty in my eyes.
"As if in my pampered middle class audacity somehow can feel bluesy..."
I think having human emotions is classless. Middle class people are often accused of being spoiled. But it's not true. Bad shit happens all over the place and sometimes you just got to sing about it.
I'm not a blues or soul fan generally. But I love to sing her music. Passionately, as if I in my pampered middle class audacity somehow can feel bluesy when I try to sing in her smoldering voice. My daughters love to sing her too. I would agree that she is realistically beautiful. No spiky bones would be felt if you hugged her, which is a major qualification of female beauty in my eyes.
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ReplyDeleteI think having human emotions is classless. Middle class people are often accused of being spoiled. But it's not true. Bad shit happens all over the place and sometimes you just got to sing about it.