Perhaps she wanted out.
Nobody watching her could miss the fact that she was living a personal hell.
Had her rage become volcanic enough for her to want the world to witness her death specifically at Grammy time?
I wonder.
Here's what I do know.
In this era of publicized gay acceptance and hard-won civil rights, homophobia is the disease that continues to quietly--and not so quietly--kill.
We have to wake up to this, point it out, and change it.
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