Elizabeth Taylor

Time - 3.34
Date - 23/3/2011
Location - Still Pietermaritzburg, KZN, South Africa

Elizabeth Taylor has passed away to the great stage in the sky. Im am truly sad and almost in tears (curse my icy heart), the difference is that unlike the posers that shall now post pictures and cry crocodile tears of their supposed love for her, I am genuenly feeling a great sense of loss.

Elizabeth was a star from the day she was born, she had ponies, a gay father an actress/model mother and an annoying brother that called her Lizzy the Lizard (which is why she hated being called Liz). Her Godfather was her fathers best "friend" and he treated her like a princess. She grew up sheltered and adored and as spoilt as the little girl that died on the pony in Gone with the Wind.

Her first taste of real life was when she married Nicky Hilton (The annoying Paris Hilton's grand uncle). Nicky was abusive and the bastard hit her like Ike did Tina, it was then she realised that life was not all peaches and cream and colourful rainbows. A hard lesson we all learn eventually.

Elizabeth Taylor was married 8 times, a true trooper for love.Many feel that Richard Burton, the man she married twice, was the love of her life. Truth is, the insecure asshole was jealous of her success. Her second husband was her true love, he challenged her and ignited her passions without indulging her spoilt-brat-childish-spirit. I imagine their sex-life being wild and frequent. (not that I pictured her naked or anything) He died in a plane crash, she married his best friend.

Her friends included, Rock Hudson, Montgomery Clift, James Dean and Micheal Jackson. Making her the original Fag Hag. She made us lover jewelery, furs, drinking, drugging and living through it all. A woman that lived without any apologies, a great role model, entertainer and human -being.

Heres to you Ms Taylor,