VinnyM27 said:

Paul Lynde was the man!

Madam (of Waylan Flowers & Madam) - she was known to sing now and then
Romanovsky & Phillips
Pansy Division

I'll never understand the mind of a gay man when it comes to music.

lawd.

VinnyM27 said:

Oh my god...I miss 70's television...Witchy Poo, Carol Brady, Kiss, Pinky Tuscadero, Boogying down with Uncle Arthur. I loved Paul Lynde

Imago said:

What about the mind of a gay woman?

If U have ever been to any Teena Marie concerts, U know that she has a huge gay following...also Boy George (well he's an icon to me, even if he's been a bad boy)

Kylie loves to flaunt her status as the Ultimate Gay Icon









i also believe Kylie was named officialy as the Queen of G.A.Y.
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ehuffnsd said:

Without provoking another Kylie VS. Madonna thread, I'm just about certain that Kylie has surpassed all recording artists as THE #1 gay icon.

Freddie Mercury --> A musical icon of all straights, gays, bisexuals, AND trysexuals.


[Edited 4/5/09 19:41pm]

Tha MJB
[Edited 4/5/09 19:48pm]

TonyVanDam said:

i believe she's been voted every year this decade by gaytimesuk as the biggest gay icon.

Top 50 Greatest Icons

1. Kylie Minogue
2. Dolly Parton
3. ABBA
4. Judy Garland
5. Marilyn Monroe
6. David Beckham
7. Madonna
8. Audrey Hepburn
9. Jordan and Peter Andre
10. Liza Minnelli
11. Cary Grant
12. Victoria Beckham
13. Girls Aloud
14.Barbra Streisand
15. Pink
16. Sharon Osbourne
17. Take That
18. Cher
19. Will Young
20. Elton John
21. Barbie
22. Richard and Judy
23. Cilla Black
24. Simon Cowell
25. Julie Andrews
26. Sister Sledge
27. Wham!
28. Rupert Everett
29. The Cheeky Girls
30. Fern Britton
31. Westlife
32. Beyonce
33. Gwen Stefani
34. Prince
35. Morrissey
36. Blondie
37. Boy George
38. Charlotte Church
39. The Village People
40. Ant and Dec
41. Doris Day
42. Gloria Gaynor
43. Gerri Halliwell
44. Donna Summer 45. Steps
46. The Human League
47. French and Saunders
48. The Scissor Sisters
49. Gavin Henson
50. Gordon Ramsay
Source: OnePoll.com

Minnie Riperton (the late & the great!)


Auntie Niecy

I notice alot of the gay black crowd
love girls like Toni Braxton
Blu Cantrell, Tamia..

has anybody mentioned Joni Mitchell?
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wow!!! no one has mentioned my MiMi

this bitch is fierce!!! *z-snap*
and has a huge gay following

DirtyChris said:

Damn I forgot her!

Right on @ Tony about Freddie!

ehuffnsd said:

A unisex song to prove a point:

Timmy84 said:

DirtyChris said:

my gawd man
I fucking hate that song.

TonyVanDam said:

Yeah ABBA's cool, lol.

/ / / / / 125 MINUTES WITH LADY GAGA



125 Minutes with Lady GaGa [New York Magazine interview]

On a recent morning, Lady Gaga, the 23-year-old synth-pop musician, is making radio-station rounds to promote her Top 10 album The Fame in Los Angeles. Such on-air occasions are usually a time for an artist to reveal herself as personable and friendly, but Gaga doesn’t let anyone get close, with her eyes hidden behind dark wraparound sunglasses and her five-foot frame encased in a sharp-shouldered lilac suit with matching zippered gloves. “The biggest misconception about me is that I am not a real person,” she says before her radio spot, in a robotic, faux-English monotone. “The assumption is that my eccentricity is not who I really am, but it is.” She leans in, to clarify things. “I have lost my mind,” she says.

Mystery is part of the performance for Gaga, whose post-camp persona is a riff on disco-diva glam and a recession-age, downmarket, satirist-wannabe Britney Spears, and who is channeling no less than Madonna, patron saint of glitter, media manipulation, and Britspeak. Like the Divine Miss M, the Lady was also once a nice Catholic girl: In real life, she is Stefani Germanotta, who grew up in the West Seventies, an area that she refers to archly as “Manhattan’s theater and opera district.” (The name Gaga is a tribute to Queen’s “Radio Ga Ga,” bestowed by her music producer, who goes by Dada.) In 2004, she graduated from the Convent of the Sacred Heart, a private girls school near the Guggenheim with a dress code of kilt skirts. “We were good girls, but we weren’t nerdy like the girls at Chapin,” she says. “We were the girls that guys still wanted to date junior year of high school, because we hadn’t had sex or given blow jobs yet.” Things are different for her now, as a bisexual adult who idolizes transvestite fashion. (A tabloid recently quoted Christina Aguilera dissing her—“I don’t know if it is a man or a woman”; Gaga ate it up.) “I love sex,” she says, tipping her sunglasses down a bit and leering. “You know, sense memory is a powerful thing. I can give myself an orgasm just by thinking about it.”

At 19, Gaga dropped out of Tisch, told her parents she didn’t need their money, and moved to Clinton Street to “become an artist,” waitressing at the Cornelia Street Café, go-go dancing at burlesque bars like the Slipper Room, and performing at clubs like the Knitting Factory in a seventies-style revue with glitter-rock D.J. Lady Starlight—all while snorting her fair share of cocaine. “I wasn’t a lazy drug addict,” she says. “I would make demo tapes and send them around; then I would jump on my bike and pretend to be Lady Gaga’s manager. I’d make $300 at work and spend it all on Xeroxes to make posters.” Wrapped up in nostalgia, she drops the English accent. “Lady Starlight and I would spin vinyl in my apartment, sewing our bikinis for the show and listening to David Bowie and the New York Dolls.” She laughs. “We thought, ‘What could we do to make everybody so jealous?’ We did it, and everybody was so jealous. And they still are.” But fame has its price, and resettling from the Lower East Side to Los Angeles, as she did last year, is one of them. “What am I supposed to do, canoodle with celebrities at a nightclub, with a lemon-drop Midori in my hand? It’s not the same as being in a bar that smells like urine with all your really smart New York friends.”

Around noon, Lady Gaga’s manager, a large man in a pink sweater—“you know you’re a kindred spirit when you both arrive in pastels,” she says—shepherds her into a recording studio at KIIS-FM, where 50 lucky callers are waiting for her to descend. She delicately unzips her lilac gloves, then pounds ferociously on her keyboard for an acoustic, bluesy version of her song “Poker Face,” which recently hit number three on the Billboard singles chart (“When it’s love, if it’s not rough it isn’t fun”). The hair-gelled crowd goes wild, cameraphones raised high in the air. Then Jojo, the station’s spastic, redheaded D.J., attacks with a speed-round of questions. Strangest thing she’s ever signed? “A dick, at a gay club.” Is she ever going to record an album with Paris Hilton? “Never.” Least-favorite food? “I’m a pop singer. I don’t like food at all.” Favorite book? “I read Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet every day.” Favorite Sidekick or other type of technology? “Ugh,” she says. “I’m not answering that.”

“You can say ‘pass’ if you don’t want to answer,” Jojo says. “You can go pfffft.”

“Oh, no,” says Gaga, beginning to zip up her gloves. “I’m a lady. I don’t make noises like that.”

/ / / / / 125 MINUTES WITH LADY GAGA



125 Minutes with Lady GaGa [New York Magazine interview]

On a recent morning, Lady Gaga, the 23-year-old synth-pop musician, is making radio-station rounds to promote her Top 10 album The Fame in Los Angeles. Such on-air occasions are usually a time for an artist to reveal herself as personable and friendly, but Gaga doesn’t let anyone get close, with her eyes hidden behind dark wraparound sunglasses and her five-foot frame encased in a sharp-shouldered lilac suit with matching zippered gloves. “The biggest misconception about me is that I am not a real person,” she says before her radio spot, in a robotic, faux-English monotone. “The assumption is that my eccentricity is not who I really am, but it is.” She leans in, to clarify things. “I have lost my mind,” she says.

Mystery is part of the performance for Gaga, whose post-camp persona is a riff on disco-diva glam and a recession-age, downmarket, satirist-wannabe Britney Spears, and who is channeling no less than Madonna, patron saint of glitter, media manipulation, and Britspeak. Like the Divine Miss M, the Lady was also once a nice Catholic girl: In real life, she is Stefani Germanotta, who grew up in the West Seventies, an area that she refers to archly as “Manhattan’s theater and opera district.” (The name Gaga is a tribute to Queen’s “Radio Ga Ga,” bestowed by her music producer, who goes by Dada.) In 2004, she graduated from the Convent of the Sacred Heart, a private girls school near the Guggenheim with a dress code of kilt skirts. “We were good girls, but we weren’t nerdy like the girls at Chapin,” she says. “We were the girls that guys still wanted to date junior year of high school, because we hadn’t had sex or given blow jobs yet.” Things are different for her now, as a bisexual adult who idolizes transvestite fashion. (A tabloid recently quoted Christina Aguilera dissing her—“I don’t know if it is a man or a woman”; Gaga ate it up.) “I love sex,” she says, tipping her sunglasses down a bit and leering. “You know, sense memory is a powerful thing. I can give myself an orgasm just by thinking about it.”

At 19, Gaga dropped out of Tisch, told her parents she didn’t need their money, and moved to Clinton Street to “become an artist,” waitressing at the Cornelia Street Café, go-go dancing at burlesque bars like the Slipper Room, and performing at clubs like the Knitting Factory in a seventies-style revue with glitter-rock D.J. Lady Starlight—all while snorting her fair share of cocaine. “I wasn’t a lazy drug addict,” she says. “I would make demo tapes and send them around; then I would jump on my bike and pretend to be Lady Gaga’s manager. I’d make $300 at work and spend it all on Xeroxes to make posters.” Wrapped up in nostalgia, she drops the English accent. “Lady Starlight and I would spin vinyl in my apartment, sewing our bikinis for the show and listening to David Bowie and the New York Dolls.” She laughs. “We thought, ‘What could we do to make everybody so jealous?’ We did it, and everybody was so jealous. And they still are.” But fame has its price, and resettling from the Lower East Side to Los Angeles, as she did last year, is one of them. “What am I supposed to do, canoodle with celebrities at a nightclub, with a lemon-drop Midori in my hand? It’s not the same as being in a bar that smells like urine with all your really smart New York friends.”

Around noon, Lady Gaga’s manager, a large man in a pink sweater—“you know you’re a kindred spirit when you both arrive in pastels,” she says—shepherds her into a recording studio at KIIS-FM, where 50 lucky callers are waiting for her to descend. She delicately unzips her lilac gloves, then pounds ferociously on her keyboard for an acoustic, bluesy version of her song “Poker Face,” which recently hit number three on the Billboard singles chart (“When it’s love, if it’s not rough it isn’t fun”). The hair-gelled crowd goes wild, cameraphones raised high in the air. Then Jojo, the station’s spastic, redheaded D.J., attacks with a speed-round of questions. Strangest thing she’s ever signed? “A dick, at a gay club.” Is she ever going to record an album with Paris Hilton? “Never.” Least-favorite food? “I’m a pop singer. I don’t like food at all.” Favorite book? “I read Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet every day.” Favorite Sidekick or other type of technology? “Ugh,” she says. “I’m not answering that.”

“You can say ‘pass’ if you don’t want to answer,” Jojo says. “You can go pfffft.”

“Oh, no,” says Gaga, beginning to zip up her gloves. “I’m a lady. I don’t make noises like that.”

ehuffnsd said:

God I love her for that, she always has the hottest dancers.
I just put the Fever concert on my ipod so now I can have some wherever I go

ehuffnsd said:

I love this list and would add Tina Turner, maybe she didn't start out in gay bath houses but she's probably the most impersonated black female by gay men.

BTW if anyone doubts Miss Ross should be here just check out this video:


[Edited 4/7/09 19:12pm]

I doubt anyone WOULD deny Diana's impact on the gay community.

Timmy84 said:

Ain't that the truth. There are so many drag queens that model themselves after her.

daPrettyman said:

[Edited 4/7/09 20:10pm]

Most of the people being named here are just as popular in the straight community. It has always kind of bothered me when folks single out certain people as being gay icons because then a lot of folks are going to feel weird listening to certain artists in fear of being called "gay". I never knew Phyllis Hyman was considered a gay icon. And I didn't realize Chaka was until I started visiting her website. When you go to her concerts, it's a mostly straight-appearing audience, unlike at a Patti Labelle concert where the Queens are all over the place.

A lot of hip-hop artists like DMX and 50 Cents have rather large gay followings but these guys are not considered gay icons. Why is that?

Then that's their problem and they need to get over it because it shouldn't be an insult to be mistaken for gay. Hell, it's a compliment. We don't get bent out of shape when someone mistakes us for straight. People need to change their way of thinking.

Has anyone mentioned Eartha Kitt? We used to love us some Eartha Kitt in the clubs.....

I don't wanna be alone where is my baby
I don't wanna be alone where is my maaaan

Purrrrr

vainandy said:

I was thinking of her too...



Maria Callas is a gay icon. These current so called divas have nothing on her!
k.d lang and Melissa Etheridge are also 2 rather obvious gay musical icons