The times, they are a-changin’.

I guess I’ve already taken a big break from this page, the Facebook page and the fandom in general but until now I’ve just been too bummed out to talk about it.

Bullies are real, you guys.  And they can do a lot of harm.

While I’m not arrogant enough to think that anybody notices, let alone cares that this page has been inactive, I do feel like I need to say a few things to explain my absence from all things Micky Dolenz lately.

I will always love The Monkees, and especially Micky Dolenz.  I will always prefer a Micky solo show to a Monkees show.  My own personal fandom has evolved over the years and I suppose I’ve finally reached the plateau.  The harder you rise, the harder you fall.

All I’ve ever wanted was a place for fans of Micky Dolenz to come, hang out, laugh and go goofy for a talented guy that we happen to love and adore.  That is it.  It was never about how many concerts you can attend, or how much merchandise you can buy.  That has nothing to do with fandom and don’t let anyone tell you differently!

But over the years and the more I open myself up to other fans and supposed friends, the more backlash I’ve received.  There is so much misinformation floating around about me, what I stand for and the purpose of this page and people I’ve grown to love and admire.  (For the record, it’s SATIRE.  Which the fact that I even have to explain shows how terrible of a job I must be doing at it. 😉 )

Already this is the most arrogant and self-absorbed thing I’ve ever written but it’s been something that’s been on my mind for months.  God forbid I don’t give an endless soliloquy about the tragedy of my life in order to garner attention right? It’s no fun being miserable unless EVERYONE else is miserable along with me, right?  (See, that’s called sarcasm – something I use WAY too much on here and in real life.)

So, to all you loyal friends in this community who understand that it’s ok to keep a sense of humour about our boyfriend Micky Dolenz, thank you.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart.  We’ve had some fun, haven’t we??   Let’s get back to that.  It’s a new year, I’ve updated the site design and Micky has a LOT going on outside of The Monkees in 2017 that will be our full focus moving forward.  I don’t care if you go to every single one of his solo shows or if you just sit at home and ogle topless photos of our guy… ALL fans are appreciated here, as I know Micky appreciates all of US.  Don’t let anyone make you feel bad that you can’t afford to go to a show or if you live in Antarctica and have no chance of ever seeing a concert.  Just come on over to and I promise we’ll never ask for your money or for “proof” of your level of fandom.

We are here for one thing only – to sexually exploit Micky Dolenz in the most obnoxious and uncomfortable ways possible. (There’s that sarcasm again!  I can’t control myself!)

To those of you who have decided that The Monkees are more about personal gain for your personal life, career and/or social media standing, I wish you all the luck in the world.  However I should warn you that it can and will become empty and meaningless at times.  Don’t worry so much about the fandom – it was here long before you and it will be here long after you.

For my own sanity, I need to go back to the basics of just loving a guy from a band and disassociating myself from everything else except the music.  That’s the whole point right?

I can happily love The Monkees and especially Micky Dolenz in my OWN time, in my OWN way and without the judging eyes of people I’ve never even met.  I may update this blog or the Facebook page every day, or I may post once or twice a year. Either way, my love for Micky is going nowhere and I hope none of you wonderful, silly, hilarious, and gorgeous people EVER reach this level of dissatisfaction with the fandom.  I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.

And with that, I’m taking a giant step outside my mind and choosing sanity over my own ego. For the first 20 years of my fandom, the band was the only thing that got me through rough times.  I need to go back to that 13 year old awkward nerdy girl who had a Monkees lunchbox and didn’t know about all the ugliness, jealousy and bitterness that comes with loving something so much.  I can’t wait to be that girl again.

Please, let’s just love each other and get back to worshiping Micky’s nipples like normal people.

In the great words of Pamela Des Barres, “The word ‘groupie’ has been so maligned and abused since it was first uttered back in the mid-1960s. It was all about LOVE, L-U-V, and the “G” word only meant a music-loving somebody who wanted to get close up and personal with their favorite adored musicians. The people making the music that surged through their bloodstream, lighting them up inside and out, all around, through and through, sticky and thorough. I was a proud groupie, and, truth be told, I still am, down inside my throbbin’ rockin’ soul. I would set my sights on someone who churned my blood and get to know them. Those were the days, my friends.”


You can count on me (and hopefully yourselves!!) to carry on the Micky Dolenz groupie legacy forever.

2017, here we come!!!

Peace, Love and Micky Dolenz forever,



P.S.  Here is a message to all my haters, who I know are reading this and salivating… 😉


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