This is the music I listened to as a gay little boy.  If my parents had no clue, then shame on them because my music taste was a dead giveaway, as well as my love for the arts and Elton John (my first CD was an Elton John CD).  Who doesn't miss the days of denim on denim and Barbara's farewell performance for the millennium in Las Vegas.  You can see that my love for Celine Dion is rooted in deep in my childhood.  I can remember riding in carpool, with the minivan that had the new and ever so exciting automatic sliding door, and belting "Tell Him."  Oh how I miss the simple days of pop when all I needed were frosted tips and a nice matte red lipstick to please me. 

Over and Out,
GingerQueer