Today is Elton John’s birthday.
I remember this because there was a time- a very long time ago- when I would fantasize about that man on a daily basis.
And when I say “fantasize”, I mean exactly that.
I even wrote an essay about it- “Discovering Your Sexuality Through Hairy Gay Men”.
Elton John happened to be the dude I fixated on when my hormones were ragin’ and my nose was growing disproportionately to my head.
This maybe explains a lot about who I am.
Or at least I’d like to think that it does?
Or maybe I’m desperately hoping that it does…?
So in honor of that sexy pile of pasty man dough, I’m reposting my little love letter to Sir Elton John.