HOUSTON – Katy Perry is now facing sexual assault allegations from actress Ruby Rose. The claims, surfacing in April 2026, involve an alleged incident at a Melbourne nightclub nearly twenty years ago. Perry’s team called the accusations “categorically false” and “dangerous reckless lies.”
Good timing.
Flash back to April 2025. Perry strapped herself into Jeff Bezos’ rocket for an all-female suborbital trip that lasted about ten minutes. She floated around, sang a bit, waved a daisy for the cameras, and touched back down like she’d personally cracked the final frontier. Headlines called her an astronaut. Inspirational stuff. Reach for the stars. Or at least reach for enough cash to buy a ticket on Daddy Bezos’ penis-shaped carnival ride.
The glow faded fast. Rose dropped the allegations on social media detailing graphic claims from back when Perry was still riding the “I Kissed A Girl” wave. Fans who watched that launch footage are now staring at their screens wondering what else was going on behind the zero-gravity hair flip.
You used to be able to count on your celebrity space tourists to keep their hands to themselves, at least publicly. Hollywood fell. Politicians fell. Now the woman who spent eleven minutes at the edge of space treating it like a personal music video set has old nightclub stories coming back on her like a bad smell in a sealed capsule.
With Rose reportedly talking to police and more details coming out, Perry’s comeback tour is looking rough. Sources say she’s laying low. Maybe workshopping her next reinvention. Another rocket ride to outrun the news cycle. A somber acoustic album called Teenage Dream Deferred.
The only people coming out of this clean are the actual NASA astronauts who trained for years instead of just showing up with a publicist and a tolerance for G-forces. At least those guys haven’t been accused of rubbing anything on anyone’s face at Spice Market.
Space was supposed to be above all this. Turns out it has a MeToo section too. Pass the tinfoil helmet.
