But this clouds most judgement in where he fits in human sexuality.
He WAS human sexuality.
To be clear, I'm talking about Freddy in the '80s. The "british bulldog" look I like to call it. Very butch, sure. Every other dude in Provincetown in July adopts that look. But the passion the man had when he performed was the most sexual thing in rock 'n' roll since pre-war Elvis. He could strut around the stage very effeminately at one moment, and the very next, his feet would be firmly planted on the stage as he strongly extending his fist to the audience like a call to action. And we all followed and follow still.
He'd be so tender on the piano and so unyielding with his half-mic stand. That energy can't be replicated. That passion. Jesus.
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