I cannot speak for anyone else's fixation on fabulous female singers. Perhaps it's the way in which gay men often see these women as beautiful vixens who have sexual power over the men they themselves would want? Or perhaps these women facilitate embracing the truth that femininity is just as miraculously awesome as masculinity (even if it doesn't necessarily excite the exact same direction of sexual desire).
For me, it is more practical: Janet Jackson saved my life.
Now, before you say I've jumped into the the pool of hyperbole, consider this: I had no direction, and nothing positive happening during some extremely abusive and tormented years throughout my adolescence. I was depressed one day, flipped through the stations, and there was a wonderful song playing with an intricate dance routine (this was when MTV still played videos). After two weeks of nearly incessant rewinding and gradually augmenting the phrases into my own body, I had taught myself "Miss You Much." I then repeated that process for "Rhythm Nation," as well as other videos.
The point is that I realized at 12 years old that I wanted to be a choreographer (not a dancer, but specifically a choreographer). All the super abundant negativity in home/school/neighborhood/life was drowned out/balanced by the single focus of getting in shape, working hard, getting good grades, going to college, and getting the fuck out of the little redneck town that tried to kill me and wipe me out of all memory (and on a few occasions nearly succeeded). If Janet Jackson, a black woman in a white male-dominated inudstry, could muster the strength to be Janet Jackson, then I could muster the strength to be me.
I have the equivalent to a Ph.D. in choreography from UCLA, and I have traveled the world dancing, teaching, choreographing, and performing. I have taught at several universities, and I was a high school teacher. I have my own dance company that creates original works and performs them. I make a very good living as an adult entertainer, and I am a certified personal fitness trainer.
And I have done ALL of this, because Janet Jackson inspired me to not let Harlem, GA kill me.edit: since the op expressed in private email that my explanation is reason to cause him intense and condescending humor, i have decided to add here that if you don't want an answer don't ask the goddammed question, ASSHOLE. ignore/block double punch for you, boy. i keep forgetting that straight ACTING gays are so much better than gay BEING gays. fuck you.edit, part 2: i was told about a misunderstanding on my part. in an attempt to be more mature now than i was a few hours ago, i am removing the block and the ignore, because i want to see what has happened... (brb)...
alright - i see that i did misunderstand what you meant. but in my defense you said "i am laughing so hard at you right now, but thanks for putting so much time into your response" and you didn't include anything else with it. i think it's easy to see why (after i'd just made myself vulnerable) i would have been in a position to be defensive; however, i also want to say that i am sorry for jumping to the conclusion that you were being mean. i shouldn't have assumed that, and i apologize. i was working from the perspective that if you were starting a thread about not understanding diva-obsession, you must therefore be saying that you were somehow better than the silly fags who connect to it. and for that, i also apologize. so... if we can both agree to be clearer in the future, i would like to start over with you, xGromitx. I'm a diva (as McGay said so lovingly), but I attempt from time to time to be a reasonable diva.