Empty sexuality of all its narrative baggage.
When at the moment a pastiche phase of “Bad Romance” resembles you and we begin to share a “mon semblable” link, a phrase – Gaga, ooh, la la – severs the connect. Only a diseased contact, one that gives us no ease, is allowed.Let me try something else.
To Gaga is to stuff the senses to the max, the saturation point. And
so I am Gaga in response, so incensed my balls ache, so delighted to be
disoriented, swept away, so enticed I am open-mouthed and without words.
I am dis-eased.