“I especially enjoyed the way he moved, acting out each song (dancing down the street, mounting his Harley) with just the right mixture of drama and self-parody, projecting a sense of maleness that depended not on the exclusion or denigration or conquest of women but on his appreciation of his body and what it could do.”
That’s the best description of Bruce that I have ever read. Remember when he performed at the Super Bowl halftime show, and accidentally slid his crotch directly into the camera lens, and instead of thinking it was gross and awful everyone just thought it was funny, and that Bruce was just as much a treasure as always?
