"Will You Get Dressed?"

How did Pamela manning, Adriana and barbie meet Gnr they’re so lucky

I’m glad you asked because I learned today that Pamela Manning was Barbi Von Greif’s ROOMMATE and they were the ones who were gonna make their own band called Rocket Queen.

Pamela Manning

I’ve also heard Barbi was a stripper, as well as Adriana Smith, so the three might’ve worked at the same strip club and got acquainted. It’s interesting how the universe works - you meet new people for a particular reason in order to achieve a certain destiny. Then once the band came along…the ladies were set in stone.

In 2014, Pamela did an interview and she discussed what her experience as a dance girl for GNR entailed while recounting her relationship with Izzy, and her friendship between Axl and Steven Adler:

“Well, I had been dancing with Guns N' Roses on stage even before Guns N' Roses. I came out in a cute outfit, it had guns on them, some cute cut-off jeans, and a cowboy hat. Axl had chaps where his butt would hang out the back. It was like playing house to me but we played rock star; it was all about music, how cool you can look. It also was a shock factor back in the 80's - anything to get attention.

If that meant being wild and crazy on stage, well, that is what you got! And, so, when I was on stage, I had a blast with the band; our energy was magic! We would feed off each others’ energy, yet we would all be in sync with each other. It was so automatic, the music was the main energy. You tap into that stream and you got Guns N’ Roses: that is what fed the audience, the energy that went with the band. After the show, we would talk about how the audience’s reaction was.

Pamela Manning and Axl Rose at the Whisky a Go Go (1986)

I am also a drummer, so Steven would teach me some drums, and we would move on to more creative stuff; we'd sit around and play some more music. Barbi Von Greif, who was my roommate at the time, we were in a band together for a short time. I was the drummer and she was the singer, and Barbi wanted to name the band Rocket Queen.

Pamela Manning with Steven Adler

Guns N’ Roses were a music inspiration to us; heck, we inspired each other. This is how we all met up; it was all about music, not hanging with the guys. I did wind up dating Izzy, but Barbi broke us up, not being a true friend to me, as she wanted him. One day he asked me to let him play with Barbi, and when I said no, well, you can guess the rest. That was the end of Izzy and I.

Axl has always been a true friend to me, telling me his deepest secrets and, yep, I have kept them today. I can't and will not talk about the deep secrets he told me. That is just not me. But wow, if you only knew...I am sure some would understand him a little better. People judge him, and I can understand why. He has not been the best example, but I think if Axl would stop bottling all the secrets, he could be a great spokesperson and could help many.

It was like with any band: sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll, but the drug thing…I never liked drugs or alcohol, so I can't relate in that department. But I had some good times.”

“I got branded (as a groupie) because I was wild and crazy on stage, and made my living working with rock bands as well. My interviews I agreed to be in were cut into pieces to make me sound like a groupie, like talking about being a cheerleader, and things like that. I have always been one to inspire, male or female. Rockstar or not, I love to inspire, to bring back hope, to help people get their creative juices flowing and that doesn't mean groupie juices…I had friends who were (groupies). I never hung around with them, but there were times where I would work with them. Some were mud wrestlers. Groupies were there, back in the '80s, for sure. It was hard because you become friends with them, and then they would try to snatch your man. And I really hated dealing with them. I’d guess groupies are the same today as yesterday. The only difference is that there is not an explosion of rockstars rising to the top like it was in the '80s.” - Pamela Manning

Not only was Pam a dancer for the band, she was a roadie who handed out flyers, did the men’s hair, makeup, and their wardrobe. Pamela still keeps in touch with both Axl and Steven.

wow.

Reblog if you like waffles or if you want your 80s rock star crush to fuck you into next week

she's Kate Moss and she's a rockstar trapped in a supermodel's body

lemme eat it

The best dilf in town

(Not my edit)

Robert Plant :

Is incidentally a miracle healer

Making all the Ladies pregnant

...and all the gay Guys hard

While staring at this Pic

Yes sir 🫡

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w! 🔞 izzy fic

★ izzy fingers you in his leather gloves before a show

it was a little before showtime, izzy was getting ready in the mirror, pacing the room a little. it was a sold out stadium, 4th day of tour.

izzy let you join him for touring as you had nowhere else to be. you too were a musician yourself, nothing was keeping you held up tho. you had free time.

as he swept at his hair in the mirror, you started to get a little antsy sitting on the croaky couch of the dressing room. he had been teasing you the whole bus ride but hadn't indulged in anything, it made you crazy.

you couldn't help but let out a little huff as you watched him act as if you weren't even in the room. he finally looked over to you through the mirror.

you rolled your eyes, he couldn't even be bothered to fully turn around? fuck.

"what's the matter baby?" he'd ask flatly, tightening some raggedy scarf he wore around his neck as part of his stage look. his hands were held in leather ruby gloves.

"stop playing dumb iz..." you almost whined, fed up with how he's just left you with nothing. you never expected constant pleasure or anything- it was the fact that he did all of that on the bus just to leave you wanting more.

he hid a slight coy smile as he looked down to the dresser, then turning heel to look at you.

"what do you want babe? we gotta be on in-" he'd look at his watch "20 minutes." he said, still keeping up the act. it's as if he found pleasure from making you wait the very last minute.

"i just want something... anything at this point." you responded, laying your head back against the beat up couch.

izzy steps closer, kneeling inbetween your legs on the ground. well finally!

you look down at him as one of his leather clad hands trails your inner thigh and the other holds your knee, pushing your legs apart more. you were in a dress so it wasn't so hard.

you watched in anticipation, secretly hoping he would keep those gloves on.

his left hand goes even further, thumbing at your sweet spot through your underwear. at that, you let out a little breath. you'd been waiting for hours.

at your reaction, he takes back his hand and his right hand goes to pull the bottom of his glove up but-

"no! keep them on..." you said almost instantly, tone a little demanding from your desperation.

he raised his eyebrows, a little impressed with your preferences. he put his left hand back where it was and you sighed contently.

his hands pull down your panties and caress your thighs a little, kneading them before a leather finger is teasing at your cIit, rubbing gently. you moan softly, he knows your body well. it feels even better with the cold leather glove he has on.

the finger slowly turns into 2 as they thrust into you gently. your hips quiver and shake, explicit sounds leaving your voice box as you experience this.

he fingers you to climax, his glove now covered in you. as you finish, a voice calls out "5 minutes boys!"

he gently rubs you through your orgasm, ignoring the call. you catch your breath, head against the couch as he gets up at the last call.

"i'll be back good girl..." he murmured with his sleazy smirk, gloves still on. you barely gave him a goodbye as he left out of the doors, walking the hall to the stage.

to play his guitar on stage, he had to take off his gloves. he gave the 2 fingers on his left hand a little lick before tossing them off to the side of the stage, grabbing his guitar to play his music with the others.