Elessar Younglove (they/fae) When I was a little girl, one of my favorite songs was “Your Song.” At the time I didn’t know the singer’s name and I certainly didn’t know he was gay. I just knew how his music made me feel, the feel of the large, black knobs on my father’s cassette player and the sun burning an orange line along my arm from resting on the inside of his truck window in July. I also didn’t know Elton John dressed up as the Queen of England, or that he snorted cocaine. But I knew crocodiles danced to rock and roll in my father’s garage radio. It is not uncommon for a biography to humanize its subject or to characterize them as a victim. But “Rocketman” was able to humanize its subject without victimizing him.
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