The September issue of Vanity Fair is a rare gem. With GaGa gracing the cover in a long grey wig giving the peace sign, you know there's a treat amongst those glossy pages. The article blew my mind. Unlike other artists and actors who you read the same thing about time and time again, GaGa constantly creates a whole new kind of madness as she invites us deeper into her wild life and mind.
Did you know, for example, that as a teenager growing up in Manhattan GaGa prayed for lunacy?
"I used to pray every night that God would make me crazy. I prayed that God would teach me something, that he would instill in me a creativity and strangeness that all of those people that I loved and respected had."
The fame monster also has a phobia that the God-granted creativity will be stolen from her via her vagina:
"I don't really have sex. Well, sometimes. But I'm drawn to bad romances. And my song ["Bad Romance"] is about whether I go after those [sort of relationships] or if they find me. I'm quite celibate now; I don't really get time to meet anyone... I do fuck, but I"m certainly not promiscuous... I'm perpetually lonely. I'm lonely when I'm in relationships. It's my condition as an artist. Listen, I prayed for lunacy, and He gave it to me. It's a bit of a sick thing when a 17-year-old says in her nightly prayers that I would rather die young and a legend than be married with children and die an old lady in my bed. I also think I'm afraid of depleting my energy. I have this weird thing that if I sleep with someone they're going to take my creativity from me through my vagina."
I love her. Need I say more?