Yearning For The Glammy 80s

    January 15 th, 1987     Van Nuys, 8:30 p.m.

    Today we were back in the studio, writing for the new album. I rode in on my Harley feeling all jittery and decided to stop for a small fix... Went in Denny’s on Gower and Sunset (always the classy guy!). I didn’t have a spoon, so I bought a bottle of Pepsi, threw the bottle away, kept the cap and went in their bathroom to shoot up. The shitter was disgusting - black rings and shit stains around the bowl and the unclever graffiti all over the walls...     I sat on my motorcycle helmet on the floor and filled the cap with water from the toilet. I dunno why I didn’t fill it from the sink, like any sane person would. I put the bottle cap on the toilet seat in the piss and stains, and poured coke in it. I drew it up in the syringe, washed it out in the shit water, put a little china white in the cap and cooked it, burning my fingers. I had no cottons, so I just drew it up and shot up.     The studio was fine after that... I just felt dead.

    Nikki Sixx, “The Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star”.

    I hope we all understand it’s not a lure, but a warning.

They've been apart for too long.

And I say that's enough [redacted].

By the way, if the real life J&R situation pains you, reading this story will most likely soothe your soul. ♡

Illustration for the fic "Thank you, goodnight!" by @bnejovi, particularly The Hug™ scene from chapter six. ♡♡♡

My Inner Demon

This made me think of an old art idea of mine - to draw him as a faerie... and then draw like at least ten more faerie illustrations, inspired by him, and make them into a colouring book... And when it's done and printed, send it to him.

I guess I should finish (or even better redraw) this little mermaid Jonny... As they say, Maybe Someday

But rn, I'll post him as a half finished artwork and a sketch

Thank you so much for the magical concert in Kyiv on November 28 th. It was something shrill, crushing and inexpressibly beautiful. I don’t think this note will touch the spot, but you can mentally feel the waves of my adoration.

I hope with all force of my soul that You’ll Be Back.

Fanfic illustration.

Description of the scene:

Axl and Mick come to life after a salvation from being by a hair's breadth of death in jaws of the wicked supernatural creature.

Иллюстрация к фанфику:

https://ficbook.net/readfic/2706226/18604110#part_content

You're living in a country r*ssia deeply cares about.

This is how it would be if I was an OFC in a self-insert fanfic about my beloved rock band with time travelling to their early years.

80s... Imposed toxic masculinity - sometimes it met some resistance, but much more often it was given up to or just embraced to the fullest. Queer rocker boys forced by their money-hungry management, record labels and rock/metal environment in general to act mAnLiER and to suppress their true self. Despite of delightfully androgynous appearances of 80s bands, when it came to their views, values and everyday life decent part of them were toxicly masculine, sexist, misogynistic and/or homophobic.

What a time to live in (I really love this era aesthetically very much though). And what a time for me to interfere at last with my determined, believing and loving slasher soul.

Jon Bon Jovi aesthetic collage which looks like it's coated in sugar because he is such a sweet cutiepie.