My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
Warning: whether you’re a man or a woman, today’s post may induce a rush of testosterone; making hair grow on your chest or give you a sudden urge to go out and buy a Ford pickup truck.
Saturday afternoon while I was sitting in the park listening to some music, I discovered a CD that someone had burned for me many years ago which contained a compilation of various disco songs.
Towards the end of the CD I began to hear the familiar beat of a song that immediately transported me back to the early 80’s….
…Macho Man, from the Village People.
I sat under a tree nonchalantly bobbing my head, curling my biceps, and gyrating my hips.
For those of you who may not be familiar with the Village People, *they were a disco group formed in the late 1970s. The group was well known for their on-stage costumes, catchy tunes and suggestive lyrics. Original members were: Police Officer (Victor Willis), American Indian chief (Felipe Rose), Cowboy (Randy Jones), Construction Worker (David Hodo), Biker (Glenn Hughes) and Military man (Alex Briley). The band's name references New York City's Greenwich Village neighborhood, at the time known for having a substantial gay population and got their inspiration for creating an assembly of American man archetypes based on the gay men of The Village who frequently dressed in various fantasy attire.
I had always wanted to be a Village People. I thought it would be cool if they added me to their group, dressed as hot and sexy Paramedic; offering “mouth-to-mouth” to audience members who past out from sniffing too much amyl nitrate.
Anyway…
…like all disco queens, I loved the Village People.
All through the early 80‘s I was virtually a disco addict, so it was nothing for me to be out clubbing 4-5 nights a week. But that also meant I had to have a completely new outfit to wear each night. God forbid if anyone ever saw me in the same polyester Nik-Nik shirt within the same week.
Being a disco addict also meant I had to have the latest in men’s disco cologne, which at the time was Ralph Lauren Polo. And I didn’t just “dab” Polo on like a normal person, I douched with it. The second you walked into any club back then, you would immediately be smacked in the face with an invisible WALL of Polo. And as everyone got nice and sweaty on the dance floor, the scent magnified like a powerful aphrodisiac.
Between the cologne, the sound of the Village People, and the intermittent dramatic fall of confetti from the ceiling…we were all having multiple orgasms.
I would like to conclude this post by leaving you with a Monday dose of testosterone.
So, put on your Nik Nik shirt or your polyester dress and strappy heels, splash on some Polo…and allow yourself to feel MACHO, man!
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