You were once a teenager and thought you liked boys and thought it was all glamour like oscar before the trial. You saw posters of a handsome boy in the record store, he looked dangerous and theatrical with that hiry chest and that pale skin, that pomadour and those eyes . YOu asked who he was adn fell head over heels in lustlovenvy with the smiths . It put salt on yr meloncholy and you were a misunderstood matyr.