Because Tiziano Ferro is a Man Gay
Okay, so Vanity Fair in Italian is no less insipid than the English-language version, but the article is still surprising. That A-Gay slime mold and VF contributing editor, Kevin Sessums, pretty much made his career out of interviewing queer male actors, singers, and other celebrities and (a) pretending that they weren’t queer and/or (b) asking them why they weren’t married, but this VF interview with Ferro from 29 June 2006 (conducted by Sara Faillaci–are we sure that name isn’t made up?), is so retro it’s practically Reagan Era.
Tiziano Ferro, by the way, is a popular Italian singer/ songwriter who debuted in 2001 with the album Rosso Relativo. He’s 26 and so far he’s already sold three and a half million records. His third album, No One Is Alone, is about to be released. (Per la cronaca, Stephen Sondheim apparently has nothing to do with it.)
Here’s the dek on the Ferro article:
“He says he hasn’t had sex for seven years, that he doesn’t know what love is, and that he’s sure he’s going to end up alone. The darkness inside the success.”
In the interview itself, Faillaci asks Ferro, natch, about his love life:
SF: Nowadays you certainly don’t lack for other people’s attention.
TF: The problem is that I wanted the attention of a couple dozen people and I find myself with the attention of millions. I lost control of the machinery. The result is that I don’t trust anyone anymore and, when I’m with someone I like, I become morbidly jealous. I want my friends all to myself and if I can’t have their total devotion, I become insufferable.
SF: And women?
TF: Absolute zero.
SF: And yet your songs are about love more than anything else.
TF: Yes, but not love the way you’re thinking of. Universal love.
SF: People have written anything and everything about you: that you’re gay, that you’re bisexual…
TF: The truth is that I’ve never experienced love completely. I’ve lived under a glass jar since I was nineteen years old, never a relationship, never a woman. I’ve surrendered to the fact that this is the price that has to be paid if you’re a person who has a sensibility like mine and who lives in the spotlight. Success has dried up my emotional life and suffocated all my interpersonal relationships: I can’t have a relationship with anyone anymore.
“Universal love”??? “A sensibility like mine”??? All this suffering, by the way, is from an ex-fat kid who claims to have erotic fantasies about Raffaella Carrà, and whose computer is full of porn videos “that [his] friends send [him].”
OK, so I realize that Tiziano Ferro has been studying his Robbie Williams and his Morrissey and that he wants to be the new King (Queen?) of Pain.
Still, though there are a lot of things in this world that strike me as boring (geometry, The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air re-runs, listening to Condoleeza Rice talk), sexual ambiguity has got to be worse than all three put together.
At the same time, VF needs to be ashamed of itself for encouraging its writers to ask asinine questions and for putting stars in a position where they feel they have to say bullshit. (I mean, how many bobby pins does the poor bastard have to drop?)
In the end, for all I know, Ferro isn’t “a man alone.” He might have a nice grocery-clerk boyfriend tucked away somewhere. He isn’t going to tell you about it, but that’s certainly his right. I think I have some rights here, too, though, and they include not having to hear obviously queer male celebrities blather on about why they haven’t found the right woman.
VF: Please stop asking. Tiziano: Please stop telling.
Posted on 17 July 2006, in Italy, Italian, Italians (in that order), Queer ... Plus All Those Acronyms, You Can Always Count on a Little Homophobia and tagged Tiziano Ferro. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.