>I was only 9 years old >I loved Queen so much, I had all the merchandise and records >I pray to Queen every night before bed, thanking them for the life I’ve been given >“Queen is love” I say; “Queen is life” >My dad hears me and calls me a poser >I know he was just jealous of my devotion for Queen >I called him a cunt >He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep >I’m crying now, and my face hurts >I lay in bed and it’s really cold >Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me >It’s Freddie >I am so happy >He grabs me with his powerful gay hands and puts me down onto my hands and knees >I’m ready >I spread my ass-cheeks for him >He penetrates my butt-hole >It hurts so much but I do it for Queen >I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water >I push against his force >I want to please Freddie >He roars in a mighty falsetto as he fills my butt with his love >My dad walks in >Freddie looks him straight in the eyes and says “I’m just a musical prostitute, my dear.” >Freddie leaves through my window >Queen is love. Queen is life.
