I remember my elementary school best friend's gorgeous older brother, Tony, a Kiss fan, telling me I could like either Kiss or Fleetwood Mac. I so wanted to impress my first crush by whipping out a membership card in the Kiss Army, but even in second grade I had too much fondness for Stevie Nicks. I failed Tony's test. They are responsible for the Kiss phenomenon. Women are concerned with hairlines and clothing and stuff.
Guys are loyal to death.
I was wary of Kiss because they were so sexual. They were the boys my father warned me about, the studs most boys didn't have the nerve to be. And AIDS hasn't deterred Kiss from playing up their groupie-infested past. A fan recently asked Stanley if during his makeup days he had sex more with his makeup on or off. I am fearless, and so is Kiss.