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Let me be the first to disclose that I wasn't much of a fan of his during his "Wham!" years and his hyper-sexual early career.    I didn't hate his music, but I didn't give it any consideration beyond, "that's nice!" As I near my 60th birthday, I have done some visits with life in the rearview and my perspective on life has changed since I was a 30 something.   Perhaps it is as simple as I have found a heart.   Don't tell anyone that I have one.    It isn't that I've become soft, but I believe in examining people upon the basis of their life and their life's work.    And as I've collected enough white hair on my head to make me officially a visual 10% discount to others, I have also begun to want to know about peoples' life stories. And here is where I have now reflected upon the story behind the story about George Michael.    It is true my first feelings about him were true and genuine and spot on - he was promoted as a hypersexual person, but many (including me) didn't know he was struggling with his homosexuality and how this had ultimately driven him to abuse substances to dull the pain of his lack of acceptance of himself; and how he was packaged in such a way to make it near impossible for him to be himself in public. In my rear view mirror reflection upon George Michael that I have shed some tears because I know the pain that he felt - to a degree as a man realizing that he was different from most - and that there was much to lose by putting down one's guard.    George had much more to lose and the fear of a gay man trying to be a pop star was not a possibility in the 1980's and 1990's.    He had to live in a glass jar to prevent him from disclosing his homosexuality all while appearing to be the butt shaking stallion that would have women ovulating with an egg with his name embossed upon it. Little did I know that George did have several gay lovers - an early one died of AIDS and it was there that I had an immediate connection as I also lost my lover early in my life in 1993 to AIDS.    I don't share the use of substances to mask my pain as I wallow in my misery on the rocks and through an increased workload to give myself less free time to shed a tear. I offer this celebration of George Michael's career not to list his biggest hits and most butt shaking time.   I chose songs of his that show his true singing talent that is so way underrated and dismissed because of his later in life pursuit for cock in men's rooms.    Nothing about his life's maladies should ever mask or obscure his true talent.   His voice is pure and soulful.    I thus offer this celebration on my blogazine here on this upcoming Saturaday, April 9th at 1:30 p.m.