A long, long, long, long time ago the spirit of Sir Psycho Sexy spent his time flowing around the cosmos and permeating every corner and every deep dark hole with the funky light of his sexy manfluid. And She was all the happier for it. His love-spreading was cut short on day, however, when a hunk of space junk fell into him, knocking him out cold and perverting the curve of the rainbow he was painting across the sky at the time. The people of a tiny blue planet they liked to call Earth looked up and saw the sky begin to fade. Something was happening, and it wasn't good, because now, without the light of Sir Psycho Gaia's children had to do with the comparatively dim light of daddy Sol. He was getting old, you see, and didn't burn as bright as he once did, which wasn't too much of a problem when Sir Psycho was there to provide their light, only now, he wasn't.

The fall to Earth was so intense for Sir Psycho that he burned right into the womb of the very fortunate Peggy Kiedis, who just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Gestation lasted a mere hour, and his birth was over in just a few minutes. Peggy didn't even realise what had happened, she slept right through it. While Peggy slept and Sir Psycho made his entrance into the world incarnate, the sky was filled with colours so vivid and stunning you couldn't dream them, funky rainbows spanning the horizons, the sky the canvas of an insane freaktard, light his paint.

Sir Psycho was a quick learner in the art of being human, (something humans themselves were still in the process of learning, even after so many millennia of being on their planet). Although, in the beginning, he only knew what made a good human and just where the most comfortable valley was between his divine and bestial natures. He knew the balance was there, and what it felt like. The problem was, with the constant war waging between the two halves of his person which could only be resolved with the death of the body, like all humans, even avatars such as himself, at times he was more god than man, at times more man than god. Eventually he would find the happy medium, but for the first part of his life, in what his carnal side convinced him was the pursuit of the happiness he once knew, he filled his body with all sorts of poisons and toxins and tonics and tinctures, warping his mind and satisfying his carnal lust only momentarily and sending him into deeper and deeper spirals of dependency. From a very young age he was snorting and smoking and chasing dragons and popping pills and generally fucking himself up, all in an attempt to get back to that state of bliss he once knew. The high points (which probably should have read `low points') of his dependency were so extreme that he broke out of every rehabilitation centre he was admitted into, resorting to fighting the security guards so he could go and get high and not think about recovering, not just yet, thank you.

Happily for him, the Universe forbad death from touching him until he realised the asininity and insanity of his pursuits and made the effort to crush the demons of his mind of dependency upon heroin and cocaine and free himself from what he himself described as the `900-pound gorilla', pinning him down. Not filling his body with chemicals gave him the strength to overcome this beastie and get back up on his feet.

What Sir Psycho didn't understand for some time was, there were other ways of getting high which satisfied both his body and his soul and damaged neither one. He had actually found these without realising it. He was making love to women from a supple young age and doing to them specifically what he used to do with the Universe in general, filling them with love and joy and ecstasy. He was also making music with his band and making love to the ears of so many people. When he finally understood, he broke free of the shackles of his drug abuse and began, again, to spread light and love around the Universe. Of course, many temptresses came his way, beautiful women with gold-plated lead hearts, but Sir Psycho has power and Sir Psycho has tenacity. He brushed them aside like flies and got on with his life.

Sir Psycho is almost in his forty-sixth year on Earth and continues to make women scream.