Am I the only one who has fallen out of love with Adam Lambert in the wake of his “shock and awe” performance at the American Music Awards?

Now, before you start scrolling down to the comments section, I would like to point out that I have been a fan of Adam’s since his first audition on American Idol. I voted for him each and every week, and even threw a pillow at the TV (scaring my sleeping dog) when he lost to saintly-by-comparison Kris Allen. I bought Rolling Stone when Adam was featured on the cover and he confessed, “I don’t think it should be a surprise for anyone to hear that I’m gay” and I preordered his album “For Your Entertainment.” In short, I have been proud to stand up and say, “My name is Kathy Campbell and I am a Glambert.”

But I have to confess that Adam kind of lost me on Sunday night. And I wonder how many of his fans are feeling the same way.

It takes a lot to shock me, but I actually gasped when I saw Adam force a male dancer’s face towards his gyrating crotch on national television. Then when he groped at a female dancer’s lady bits, I rewound my DVR to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. So by the time he got to actually locking lips with a platinum-haired male member of his band, it was almost an anticlimax. I mean shouldn’t the kiss come before the heavy petting and oral sex?