Let’s be honest; when am I not listening to this song? There is this inner struggle I have with Cher. I don’t want to like her. I can’t be one of “those gays” can I? Well, shit. I guess it’s in my damn DNA because I adore this crazy bitch. (I’m serious; follow her on Twitter.) I have since I can remember.
Cheryl Sarkisian was born in Los Angeles, CA; so of course we have everything in common. I had little to no recollection of who Cher was until “Believe” came out. I guess you could call me a late bloomer. I bought her Believe album the day it came out and it came with my everywhere. I was addicted. I’d bring my CD player to school and listen during recess. I was that kid. It was all fine and dandy until one day…
I’ll paint the scene. It was a Friday morning, and I was about ready to start some art project at St. Hedwig School. I had stowed my CD of the Believe album in my art box prior, so when it came time to pull out art supplies, I had to be quick and crafty as to not display Cher’s face. I was an undercover Cher lover. Oh the SHAME! I failed, however. This witch named Jenny saw Cher’s precious face in my artbox and exclaimed loudly, “David has the Cher album!” to the rest of the class. Laughing ensued. That was a dark day in my life. My love for Cher had paused.
Fast forward; I came out of the closet, moved to San Francisco and somehow through divine/Cher intervention we rekindled our love. Hang out and watch the video for “Believe.”
