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pet names: "Freddie didn't announce publicly that he had AIDS until the day before he died in 1991. Although he was flamboyant onstage-an electric front man on par with Bowie and Jagger-he was an intensely private man offstage. But Freddie told me he had AIDS soon after he was diagnosed in 1987.I was devastated. I'd seen what the disease had done to so many of my other friends. I knew exactly what it was going to do to Freddie. As did he. He knew death, agonizing death, was coming. But Freddie was incredibly courageous. He kept up appearances, he kept performing with Queen, and he kept being the funny, outrageous, and profoundly generous person he had always been. As Freddie deteriorated in the late 1980s and early '90s, it was almost too much to bear. It broke my heart to see this absolute light unto the world ravaged by AIDS. By the end, his body was covered with Kaposi's sarcoma lesions. He was almost blind. He was too wealk to even stand. By all rights, Freddie should have spent those final days concerned only with his own comfort. But that wasn't who he was. He truly lived for others. Freddie had passed on November 24, 1991, and weelks after the funeral, I was still grieving. On Christmas Day, I learned that Freddie had left me one final testament to his selflessness. I was moping about when a friend showed up at my door and handed me something wrapped in a pillowcase. I opened it up, and inside was a painting by one of my favorite artists, the British painter Henry Scott Tuke. And there was a note from Freddie. Years before Freddie and I had developed pet names for each other, our drag-queen alter egos. I was Sharon, and he was Melina. Freddie's note read, "Dear Sharon, thought you'd like this. Love, Melina. Happy Christmas." I was overcome, forty-four years old at the time, crying like a child. Here was this beautiful man, dying from AIDS, and in his final days, he had somehow managed to find me a lovely Christmas present. As sad as that moment was, it's often the one I think about when I remember Freddie, because it captures the character of the man. In death, he reminded me of what made him so special in life." -Sir Elton John Love is the Cure: On Life, Loss, and the End ofAIDS soundsof71: Elton John on Freddie Mercury.  (I’m not posting this less to correct the timeline portrayed in Bohemian Rhapsody, which I mostly really enjoyed, than simply to share a beautiful story that shines light on who Freddie actually was, up to the very end.)
 pet names: "Freddie didn't announce publicly that he had AIDS
 until the day before he died in 1991. Although he was
 flamboyant onstage-an electric front man on par with
 Bowie and Jagger-he was an intensely private man
 offstage. But Freddie told me he had AIDS soon after he
 was diagnosed in 1987.I was devastated. I'd seen what
 the disease had done to so many of my other friends. I
 knew exactly what it was going to do to Freddie. As did
 he. He knew death, agonizing death, was coming. But
 Freddie was incredibly courageous. He kept up
 appearances, he kept performing with Queen, and he
 kept being the funny, outrageous, and profoundly
 generous person he had always been.
 As Freddie deteriorated in the late 1980s and early
 '90s, it was almost too much to bear. It broke my heart to
 see this absolute light unto the world ravaged by AIDS.
 By the end, his body was covered with Kaposi's sarcoma
 lesions. He was almost blind. He was too wealk to even
 stand.

 By all rights, Freddie should have spent those final
 days concerned only with his own comfort. But that
 wasn't who he was. He truly lived for others. Freddie had
 passed on November 24, 1991, and weelks after the
 funeral, I was still grieving. On Christmas Day, I learned
 that Freddie had left me one final testament to his
 selflessness. I was moping about when a friend showed
 up at my door and handed me something wrapped in a
 pillowcase. I opened it up, and inside was a painting by
 one of my favorite artists, the British painter Henry Scott
 Tuke. And there was a note from Freddie. Years before
 Freddie and I had developed pet names for each other,
 our drag-queen alter egos. I was Sharon, and he was
 Melina. Freddie's note read, "Dear Sharon, thought
 you'd like this. Love, Melina. Happy Christmas."
 I was overcome, forty-four years old at the time,
 crying like a child. Here was this beautiful man, dying
 from AIDS, and in his final days, he had somehow
 managed to find me a lovely Christmas present. As sad as
 that moment was, it's often the one I think about when I
 remember Freddie, because it captures the character of
 the man. In death, he reminded me of what made him so
 special in life."
 -Sir Elton John
 Love is the Cure:
 On Life, Loss, and the End ofAIDS
soundsof71:

Elton John on Freddie Mercury. 
(I’m not posting this less to correct the timeline portrayed in Bohemian Rhapsody, which I mostly really enjoyed, than simply to share a beautiful story that shines light on who Freddie actually was, up to the very end.)

soundsof71: Elton John on Freddie Mercury.  (I’m not posting this less to correct the timeline portrayed in Bohemian Rhapsody, which I m...

pet names: "Freddie didn't announce publicly that he had AIDS until the day before he died in 1991. Although he was flamboyant onstage-an electric front man on par with Bowie and Jagger-he was an intensely private man offstage. But Freddie told me he had AIDS soon after he was diagnosed in 1987.I was devastated. I'd seen what the disease had done to so many of my other friends. I knew exactly what it was going to do to Freddie. As did he. He knew death, agonizing death, was coming. But Freddie was incredibly courageous. He kept up appearances, he kept performing with Queen, and he kept being the funny, outrageous, and profoundly generous person he had always been. As Freddie deteriorated in the late 1980s and early '90s, it was almost too much to bear. It broke my heart to see this absolute light unto the world ravaged by AIDS. By the end, his body was covered with Kaposi's sarcoma lesions. He was almost blind. He was too wealk to even stand. By all rights, Freddie should have spent those final days concerned only with his own comfort. But that wasn't who he was. He truly lived for others. Freddie had passed on November 24, 1991, and weelks after the funeral, I was still grieving. On Christmas Day, I learned that Freddie had left me one final testament to his selflessness. I was moping about when a friend showed up at my door and handed me something wrapped in a pillowcase. I opened it up, and inside was a painting by one of my favorite artists, the British painter Henry Scott Tuke. And there was a note from Freddie. Years before Freddie and I had developed pet names for each other, our drag-queen alter egos. I was Sharon, and he was Melina. Freddie's note read, "Dear Sharon, thought you'd like this. Love, Melina. Happy Christmas." I was overcome, forty-four years old at the time, crying like a child. Here was this beautiful man, dying from AIDS, and in his final days, he had somehow managed to find me a lovely Christmas present. As sad as that moment was, it's often the one I think about when I remember Freddie, because it captures the character of the man. In death, he reminded me of what made him so special in life." -Sir Elton John Love is the Cure: On Life, Loss, and the End ofAIDS soundsof71: Elton John on Freddie Mercury.  (I’m not posting this less to correct the timeline portrayed in Bohemian Rhapsody, which I mostly really enjoyed, than simply to share a beautiful story that shines light on who Freddie actually was, up to the very end.)
 pet names: "Freddie didn't announce publicly that he had AIDS
 until the day before he died in 1991. Although he was
 flamboyant onstage-an electric front man on par with
 Bowie and Jagger-he was an intensely private man
 offstage. But Freddie told me he had AIDS soon after he
 was diagnosed in 1987.I was devastated. I'd seen what
 the disease had done to so many of my other friends. I
 knew exactly what it was going to do to Freddie. As did
 he. He knew death, agonizing death, was coming. But
 Freddie was incredibly courageous. He kept up
 appearances, he kept performing with Queen, and he
 kept being the funny, outrageous, and profoundly
 generous person he had always been.
 As Freddie deteriorated in the late 1980s and early
 '90s, it was almost too much to bear. It broke my heart to
 see this absolute light unto the world ravaged by AIDS.
 By the end, his body was covered with Kaposi's sarcoma
 lesions. He was almost blind. He was too wealk to even
 stand.

 By all rights, Freddie should have spent those final
 days concerned only with his own comfort. But that
 wasn't who he was. He truly lived for others. Freddie had
 passed on November 24, 1991, and weelks after the
 funeral, I was still grieving. On Christmas Day, I learned
 that Freddie had left me one final testament to his
 selflessness. I was moping about when a friend showed
 up at my door and handed me something wrapped in a
 pillowcase. I opened it up, and inside was a painting by
 one of my favorite artists, the British painter Henry Scott
 Tuke. And there was a note from Freddie. Years before
 Freddie and I had developed pet names for each other,
 our drag-queen alter egos. I was Sharon, and he was
 Melina. Freddie's note read, "Dear Sharon, thought
 you'd like this. Love, Melina. Happy Christmas."
 I was overcome, forty-four years old at the time,
 crying like a child. Here was this beautiful man, dying
 from AIDS, and in his final days, he had somehow
 managed to find me a lovely Christmas present. As sad as
 that moment was, it's often the one I think about when I
 remember Freddie, because it captures the character of
 the man. In death, he reminded me of what made him so
 special in life."
 -Sir Elton John
 Love is the Cure:
 On Life, Loss, and the End ofAIDS
soundsof71:

Elton John on Freddie Mercury. 
(I’m not posting this less to correct the timeline portrayed in Bohemian Rhapsody, which I mostly really enjoyed, than simply to share a beautiful story that shines light on who Freddie actually was, up to the very end.)

soundsof71: Elton John on Freddie Mercury.  (I’m not posting this less to correct the timeline portrayed in Bohemian Rhapsody, which I m...

pet names: SOME COFFEB LEASE,DEARE Do not call a waitress dearte" or *honey" She is not yorr dearie or honey because she is obliged to wait upon you.-A Waitress <p><a href="http://suchdreadfullittlethingsweare.tumblr.com/post/174385205587/libertarirynn-lokispriestess" class="tumblr_blog">suchdreadfullittlethingsweare</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="https://libertarirynn.tumblr.com/post/174384885189/lokispriestess-yesterdaysprint-chicago" class="tumblr_blog">libertarirynn</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://lokispriestess.tumblr.com/post/173698176463/yesterdaysprint-chicago-tribune-illinois" class="tumblr_blog">lokispriestess</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://yesterdays-print.com/post/173531219079/chicago-tribune-illinois-september-20-1925" class="tumblr_blog">yesterdaysprint</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>Chicago Tribune, Illinois, September 20, 1925</p></blockquote> <p>women for at least the last 80 years: don’t call me pet names if you don’t know me, it’s demeaning<br/><br/>men: oh all of a SUDDEN you can’t call a waitress “sweetheart” or “dear” what is this NEW feminist bullshit<br/><br/>everybody about any guy over 40: oh he’s from a different time, it was normal back then! He doesn’t mean anything by it!</p> </blockquote><p>OK but speaking of someone from the South I’ve been called “honey“, “sweetheart“, “dear“, and a host of other pet names by nearly every older male AND female that I have ever met. I never really thought anything of it.</p></blockquote> <p>Personally I <b>LOVE</b>. When anyone calls me a pet name. Boys, girls, talking parrots, I don’t care. I think it’s cute. </p><p>One of the things on my bucket list is for an English guy to call me love. I’d faint. </p></blockquote> <p>One time in Australian waiter called me “love“ and I died 1000 deaths.</p>
 pet names: SOME
 COFFEB
 LEASE,DEARE
 Do not call a waitress dearte"
 or *honey" She is not yorr dearie
 or honey because she is obliged to wait
 upon you.-A Waitress
<p><a href="http://suchdreadfullittlethingsweare.tumblr.com/post/174385205587/libertarirynn-lokispriestess" class="tumblr_blog">suchdreadfullittlethingsweare</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p><a href="https://libertarirynn.tumblr.com/post/174384885189/lokispriestess-yesterdaysprint-chicago" class="tumblr_blog">libertarirynn</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p><a href="http://lokispriestess.tumblr.com/post/173698176463/yesterdaysprint-chicago-tribune-illinois" class="tumblr_blog">lokispriestess</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="http://yesterdays-print.com/post/173531219079/chicago-tribune-illinois-september-20-1925" class="tumblr_blog">yesterdaysprint</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>Chicago Tribune, Illinois, September 20, 1925</p></blockquote>
<p>women for at least the last 80 years: don’t call me pet names if you don’t know me, it’s demeaning<br/><br/>men: oh all of a SUDDEN you can’t call a waitress “sweetheart” or “dear” what is this NEW feminist bullshit<br/><br/>everybody about any guy over 40: oh he’s from a different time, it was normal back then! He doesn’t mean anything by it!</p>
</blockquote><p>OK but speaking of someone from the South I’ve been called “honey“, “sweetheart“, “dear“, and a host of other pet names by nearly every older male AND female that I have ever met. I never really thought anything of it.</p></blockquote>

<p>Personally I <b>LOVE</b>. When anyone calls me a pet name. Boys, girls, talking parrots, I don’t care. I think it’s cute. </p><p>One of the things on my bucket list is for an English guy to call me love. I’d faint. </p></blockquote>

<p>One time in Australian waiter called me “love“ and I died 1000 deaths.</p>

<p><a href="http://suchdreadfullittlethingsweare.tumblr.com/post/174385205587/libertarirynn-lokispriestess" class="tumblr_blog">suchdread...

pet names: sky NEWS HD LIVE CENTRALLONDON PET NAMES #skydebatel ARE THEY OFFENSIVE? THE FOUNDER OF THE KINGS SCIENCE ACADEMY IN BRADFORD AND TWO FORMER 16:47 NDS OF POUNDS BREAKING NEWS <p><a href="http://feminismisahatemovement.tumblr.com/post/161925110858/obesepuppydragon-russian-support" class="tumblr_blog">feminismisahatemovement</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://obesepuppydragon.tumblr.com/post/161924787976/russian-support-cisnowflake" class="tumblr_blog">obesepuppydragon</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://russian-support.tumblr.com/post/161920662002/cisnowflake-iwouldrathernotdothat" class="tumblr_blog">russian-support</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://cisnowflake.tumblr.com/post/161911495981/iwouldrathernotdothat-politicaltea" class="tumblr_blog">cisnowflake</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://iwouldrathernotdothat.tumblr.com/post/158125773347/politicaltea-gray-firearms-the-pink-owl" class="tumblr_blog">iwouldrathernotdothat</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://politicaltea.tumblr.com/post/158124468545/gray-firearms-the-pink-owl" class="tumblr_blog">politicaltea</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://gray-firearms.tumblr.com/post/158124325426/the-pink-owl-very-oppressed-individual-im" class="tumblr_blog">gray-firearms</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://the-pink-owl.tumblr.com/post/158093287285/very-oppressed-individual-im-crying-oh-my-god" class="tumblr_blog">the-pink-owl</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://very-oppressed-individual.tumblr.com/post/158093064178/im-crying-oh-my-god" class="tumblr_blog">very-oppressed-individual</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>I’M CRYING OH MY GOD</p></blockquote> <p>Look at that shit eating grin. He knew exactly what he was doing and the reaction he’d get. </p> </blockquote> <p>Reblogging again cause that’s just brings me joy</p> </blockquote> <p>I WILL ALWAYS REBLOG THIS</p> </blockquote> <p>REBLOG REBLOG REBLOG</p> </blockquote> <p>I’ve probably reblogged this 50 times and I’ll do it 50 more. </p> </blockquote> <p>The grin, the music, amazing.</p> </blockquote> <p>sad part is dude probably got 15+ death threats and dox attacks for this</p> </blockquote> <p>Never fails to make me bust a gut laughing.<br/></p> </blockquote>
 pet names: sky NEWS HD
 LIVE
 CENTRALLONDON
 PET NAMES #skydebatel
 ARE THEY OFFENSIVE?
 THE FOUNDER OF THE KINGS SCIENCE ACADEMY IN BRADFORD AND TWO FORMER
 16:47
 NDS OF POUNDS
 BREAKING NEWS
<p><a href="http://feminismisahatemovement.tumblr.com/post/161925110858/obesepuppydragon-russian-support" class="tumblr_blog">feminismisahatemovement</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="https://obesepuppydragon.tumblr.com/post/161924787976/russian-support-cisnowflake" class="tumblr_blog">obesepuppydragon</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="http://russian-support.tumblr.com/post/161920662002/cisnowflake-iwouldrathernotdothat" class="tumblr_blog">russian-support</a>:</p>

<blockquote>
<p><a href="http://cisnowflake.tumblr.com/post/161911495981/iwouldrathernotdothat-politicaltea" class="tumblr_blog">cisnowflake</a>:</p>

<blockquote>
<p><a href="http://iwouldrathernotdothat.tumblr.com/post/158125773347/politicaltea-gray-firearms-the-pink-owl" class="tumblr_blog">iwouldrathernotdothat</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="http://politicaltea.tumblr.com/post/158124468545/gray-firearms-the-pink-owl" class="tumblr_blog">politicaltea</a>:</p>

<blockquote>
<p><a href="http://gray-firearms.tumblr.com/post/158124325426/the-pink-owl-very-oppressed-individual-im" class="tumblr_blog">gray-firearms</a>:</p>

<blockquote>
<p><a href="http://the-pink-owl.tumblr.com/post/158093287285/very-oppressed-individual-im-crying-oh-my-god" class="tumblr_blog">the-pink-owl</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="https://very-oppressed-individual.tumblr.com/post/158093064178/im-crying-oh-my-god" class="tumblr_blog">very-oppressed-individual</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>I’M CRYING OH MY GOD</p></blockquote>
<p>Look at that shit eating grin. He knew exactly what he was doing and the reaction he’d get. </p>
</blockquote>

<p>Reblogging again cause that’s just brings me joy</p>
</blockquote>

<p>I WILL ALWAYS REBLOG THIS</p>
</blockquote>

<p>REBLOG REBLOG REBLOG</p>
</blockquote>
<p>I’ve probably reblogged this 50 times and I’ll do it 50 more. </p>
</blockquote>

<p>The grin, the music, amazing.</p>
</blockquote>

<p>sad part is dude probably got 15+ death threats and dox attacks for this</p>
</blockquote>
<p>Never fails to make me bust a gut laughing.<br/></p>
</blockquote>

<p><a href="http://feminismisahatemovement.tumblr.com/post/161925110858/obesepuppydragon-russian-support" class="tumblr_blog">feminismisa...

pet names: A WUSS PUSS?! Looks like Corey has a new pet name for Kris. 😬 KUWTK
 pet names: A WUSS PUSS?!
Looks like Corey has a new pet name for Kris. 😬 KUWTK

Looks like Corey has a new pet name for Kris. 😬 KUWTK

pet names: "Freddie didn't announce publicly that he had AIDS until the day before he died in 1991. Although he was flamboyant onstage-an electric front man on par with Bowie and Jagger-he was an intensely private man offstage. But Freddie told me he had AIDS soon after he was diagnosed in 1987.I was devastated. I'd seen what the disease had done to so many of my other friends. I knew exactly what it was going to do to Freddie. As did he. He knew death, agonizing death, was coming. But Freddie was incredibly courageous. He kept up appearances, he kept performing with Queen, and he kept being the funny, outrageous, and profoundly generous person he had always been. As Freddie deteriorated in the late 1980s and early 90s, it was almost too much to bear. It broke my heart to see this absolute light unto the world ravaged by AIDS By the end, his body was covered with Kaposi's sarcoma lesions. He was almost blind. He was too weak to even stand By all rights, Freddie should have spent those final days concerned only with his own comfort. But that wasn't who he was. He truly lived for others. Freddie had passed on November 24, 1991, and weeks after the funeral, I was still grieving. On Christmas Day, I learned that Freddie had left me one final testament to his selflessness. I was moping about when a friend showed up at my door and handed me something wrapped in a pillowcase. I opened it up, and inside was a painting by one of my favorite artists, the British painter Henry Scott Tukke. And there was a note from Freddie. Years before, Freddie and I had developed pet names for each other, our drag-queen alter egos. I was Sharon, and he was Melina. Freddie's note read, "Dear Sharon, thought you'd like this. Love, Melina. Happy Christmas. I was overcome, forty-four years old at the time, crying like a child. Here was this beautiful man, dying from AIDS, and in his final days, he had somehow managed to find me a lovely Christmas present. As sad as that moment was, it's often the one I think about when I remember Freddie, because it captures the character of the man. In death, he reminded me of what made him so special in life." Sir Elton John Love is the Cure: On Life, Loss, and the End ofAIDS LeFunny.net Freddie Mercury story
 pet names: "Freddie didn't announce publicly that he had AIDS
 until the day before he died in 1991. Although he was
 flamboyant onstage-an electric front man on par with
 Bowie and Jagger-he was an intensely private man
 offstage. But Freddie told me he had AIDS soon after he
 was diagnosed in 1987.I was devastated. I'd seen what
 the disease had done to so many of my other friends. I
 knew exactly what it was going to do to Freddie. As did
 he. He knew death, agonizing death, was coming. But
 Freddie was incredibly courageous. He kept up
 appearances, he kept performing with Queen, and he
 kept being the funny, outrageous, and profoundly
 generous person he had always been.
 As Freddie deteriorated in the late 1980s and early
 90s, it was almost too much to bear. It broke my heart to
 see this absolute light unto the world ravaged by AIDS
 By the end, his body was covered with Kaposi's sarcoma
 lesions. He was almost blind. He was too weak to even
 stand
 By all rights, Freddie should have spent those final
 days concerned only with his own comfort. But that
 wasn't who he was. He truly lived for others. Freddie had
 passed on November 24, 1991, and weeks after the
 funeral, I was still grieving. On Christmas Day, I learned
 that Freddie had left me one final testament to his
 selflessness. I was moping about when a friend showed
 up at my door and handed me something wrapped in a
 pillowcase. I opened it up, and inside was a painting by
 one of my favorite artists, the British painter Henry Scott
 Tukke. And there was a note from Freddie. Years before,
 Freddie and I had developed pet names for each other,
 our drag-queen alter egos. I was Sharon, and he was
 Melina. Freddie's note read, "Dear Sharon, thought
 you'd like this. Love, Melina. Happy Christmas.
 I was overcome, forty-four years old at the time,
 crying like a child. Here was this beautiful man, dying
 from AIDS, and in his final days, he had somehow
 managed to find me a lovely Christmas present. As sad as
 that moment was, it's often the one I think about when I
 remember Freddie, because it captures the character of
 the man. In death, he reminded me of what made him so
 special in life."
 Sir Elton John
 Love is the Cure:
 On Life, Loss, and the End ofAIDS
 LeFunny.net
Freddie Mercury story

Freddie Mercury story