Melissa Etheridge, Goddess

My admiration for this woman knows no bounds. I remember her from the early Nineties. Pretty girl, long hair, good music.

New century.
Lesbian.
Love and children.
Divorce.
New love.
Cancer.
More children.
More music.

In my whole life, I have never seen anything as sexy as she was in her "Wake Up" video ( a song which garnered her an Academy Award, thank you very much.) I look at her short hair, growing back after chemo, I think about her passionate wife who stood beside her and brought two more children in to their family. Especially, I imagine Melissa being told she has cancer. I imagine her looking at her two children, I imagine her looking at her pregnant wife. I imagine her shearing off those long dusty locks herself, not waiting for the hair to fall out, but taking the power of that "decision" for herself.

The power she gave herself during that time is the sexiest thing I can imagine. She was a mother, just like the rest of us. And in love, just like the rest of us. But when the Big C-Word came knocking on her door, she said, "HELL NO. I have my babies, I have my wife, and I have other babies yet to be. GO AWAY." How sexy is that????

And, oh my God, I hear her voice. Her wife Tammy calls it a "sandpaper waterfall", and I really think that, in all the books I have ever read, I have never heard such a gorgeous, fitting analogy.

I am as straight as they come, but if I was gay? I hope I would meet Melissa Etheridge, and she would love me, and I would have her sing quietly at night, just to me. No offense, Tammy. And no offense, Husbandly One. But seriously, come ON, I'm talking about Melissa Etheridge.