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goejavin
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I felt compelled to at least give some due to the passing of one of my childhood icons...Farrah Fawcett, who unfortunatly died the same day as Michael Jackson and has basically been swept under the rug.
For me, as a gay 15 yr old, watching Farrah, boobs exposed, nipples erect, bouncing away as she chased all those bad men was the closest I ever came to feeling straight. I thought she would be my savior and at that time I so desperately wanted to not feel how I felt about other boys. But as much as I tried, Farrah wasnt the one, but she was the one I dressed as for Halloween the next couple years and she was my cover to hide the fact I "felt" gay...I mean who would ever suspect with all those sexy posters hanging on my wall!!! She was there every night for me, she comforted me, she listened to me..and as a 15 yr old struggling gay teen, she was a godsend.
So, Farrah, Rest In Peace and may your death bring even more recognition and urgency for the need to cure cancer.
For me, as a gay 15 yr old, watching Farrah, boobs exposed, nipples erect, bouncing away as she chased all those bad men was the closest I ever came to feeling straight. I thought she would be my savior and at that time I so desperately wanted to not feel how I felt about other boys. But as much as I tried, Farrah wasnt the one, but she was the one I dressed as for Halloween the next couple years and she was my cover to hide the fact I "felt" gay...I mean who would ever suspect with all those sexy posters hanging on my wall!!! She was there every night for me, she comforted me, she listened to me..and as a 15 yr old struggling gay teen, she was a godsend.
So, Farrah, Rest In Peace and may your death bring even more recognition and urgency for the need to cure cancer.
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