i didn’t follow elizabeth taylor’s career as an actor. i wasn’t a fan of her perfume, but i do love diamonds. i only have the one husband, who i’ve managed to marry only once. however, i have always felt a kinship to her. maybe it’s in a name. maybe it’s because when you look at my eyes in the right light they too take on a lavender hue (um, no, that can’t be it as my eyes are almost black, but a girl can dream.) most likely it has something to do with spunk. ms. taylor had it. she also understood that if life offered you gifts, it was your moral duty to do good deeds in return. she was instrumental in the fight against AIDS. if someone as beautiful and famous as elizabeth taylor could stand up publicly against the ugliness that is AIDS, then anyone could. who knows, maybe her strength and visibility on this issue helped take some of the fear and hatred toward homosexuality too. while her passion wasn’t enough to keep her relationship afloat, it served her well in her life’s work. though she didn’t have a handle on how to sustain a marriage, her name will forever be married to AIDS awareness and research.
it’s interesting to me that she wants to be remembered as having lived. for that too it what i believe this journey is all about.
i don’t want to be buried because i think it’s ridiculous that i should take up more room in death than i have in life, but i do know what i would like to be said about me when i am no longer here.
i want people to say i was good.
in talking about elizabeth taylor’s passing with stubby hubs hunk, he said he thought it was funny that she didn’t like to be called liz either. he said her loss didn’t really effect him. that he never paid to much attention to her life.
i asked him about this elizabeth (meaning me).
he said he was my biggest fan.
that’s good enough for me.