Leonard Kravitz is a hot bitch.
He knows it; he's cool with it- I'm cool with that. I'll always be a fool for (virtually) anyone with two barre chords and a nipple ring to rub together. I applaud him, hair, no hair, brows, no brows, ladyshoes, no ladyshoes, pants, no pants... There are worse things someone could say about you, but I do feel slightly guilty in my objectification of such conscious materia. Do I care for his music? Err... his what now?