I have a secret to tell

I've had a secret about me weighing on my mind recently. It's something only one or two people on the planet know. I have feared making this public because I didn't want to be embarrassed or looked at differently. Many people walk around with a stigma attached to them and I didn't want to be one of those people. I've held this in long enough and I need to let it out.....














I'm a closet Michael Jackson fan.


Wow. It feels so good to say that. I'm a Michael Jackson fan! I probably get onto youtube a few times per year so I can watch him perform Billie Jean and do the moonwalk. And to me, the Thriller video is stellar...until the very end when you hear Jackson talk in his normal voice and you notice he hasn't actually hit puberty yet.

Ok, I'm not completely naive here. Allow me to briefly clarify. I like the Michael Jackson from the 70's and 80's. This of course includes the Jackson 5 days. These are the days before he permanently bleached his body and was accused of being a pedophile...several times. Oh, also before his nose literally fell off. To be quite honest, he's a severely disturbed human being. But he sure can sing and dance. I'm not particularly a fan of his genre, which makes it even more surprising I like his music.


Yes, I do have him on my ipod and phone.
Yes, I do watch his old music videos on youtube.
Yes, I do know he's a freak.
No, I do not buy his Caucasian ruse.

If you think about it though, if we completely judged musicians we wouldn't listen to anyone. No one.

I'm so glad I could get that off my chest. I may have slightly embellished about my "secret" because I'm not obsessed in anyway. But I do enjoy listening to this nutbar.

Speaking of which, I'm going to go listen to the Thriller album now.