This most magnificent poem: This most magnificent poem enters my soul at such an intimate level (the soul of Starward-Led, and not of "Fairy Jerry") that ordinary verbal combinations do not adequately bear the weight of gratitude.
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Whale's great film, and all the "Easter Eggs" he hid within it, taught me (though I did not know it at first) how to be "different" in the homophobic society that surrounded me, and how to accept my nature as it was given me. That partial viewing on that Friday night in January, 1964, was the first time I witnessed Karloff's great acting skill. Five years and a month later, Karloff's death in London caused me to weep openly in fifth grade home room, which was the beginning of being called "Fairy Jerry." And, most importantly, it was a reiteration (several times over) the significance of the Crucifix which, to me, was the centerpiece of my Aunt and Uncle's small home in Gratis, Ohio. And yes, the Crucifix did show me the supreme expression of Love given me by the StarMaker Himself.
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